He cringes at the unexpected touch, and his eyes fly open, brief and professional though it is. It's solid, tangible, a whole host of other things his dream isn't. Not anymore.
He doesn't dare close his eyes anymore, not even when the entire ambiance of the room starts to change back to what it was, or something like it.
Slowly, oh so slowly, his eyes flutter, locking on the stoppered little bottle. It's like a beacon. Shimmery promise of a safe haven, that's what it is.
He looks to Madame Chen, and can't help but feel slightly awed, and more. Formidable. Now, that's a good word for what she is. Then, trying to seek out the young woman in the slightly unfocused darkness of the room; he needs to know if it's okay for him to move yet, to do something other than gasp for breath every fifteen seconds.
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Date: 2008-07-10 10:26 pm (UTC)He doesn't dare close his eyes anymore, not even when the entire ambiance of the room starts to change back to what it was, or something like it.
Slowly, oh so slowly, his eyes flutter, locking on the stoppered little bottle. It's like a beacon. Shimmery promise of a safe haven, that's what it is.
He looks to Madame Chen, and can't help but feel slightly awed, and more. Formidable. Now, that's a good word for what she is. Then, trying to seek out the young woman in the slightly unfocused darkness of the room; he needs to know if it's okay for him to move yet, to do something other than gasp for breath every fifteen seconds.