[The conversation is drifting away from him, like dandelion seeds in the wind, blown away with careless abandon or like they are talking about two different things, or talking to different people. It's hard, so hard, to keep his focus on Riku, the moonlight glinting off his hair like pale fire, the only light aside from their lanterns and Quentin's had been acting up lately. As if it's dimming or flicking more than it used to. Or maybe he's just too tired to remember how it used to look. It's a chore, taking so long just getting out of the cabin every day and food and showers have been lacking for the better part of three days now and today is not looking up either.
It's his brain, Quentin thinks hazily, voice almost dream-like and washed out with fatigue once he blinks away the hands brushing so carefully over Riku's arm, patting his hair and those hands will always too naked and too cruel without the rings on them.]
Of course I don't have a death wish? That's--that's crazy, and I'm not--
[Not yet, but I'm getting you there, Alice whispers soft as anything in his ear, and Quentin's breath hitches.]
I-- I have problems sometimes? It's been that way for years, but. Uh, I think-- I think maybe I should just go? Now?
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[The conversation is drifting away from him, like dandelion seeds in the wind, blown away with careless abandon or like they are talking about two different things, or talking to different people. It's hard, so hard, to keep his focus on Riku, the moonlight glinting off his hair like pale fire, the only light aside from their lanterns and Quentin's had been acting up lately. As if it's dimming or flicking more than it used to. Or maybe he's just too tired to remember how it used to look. It's a chore, taking so long just getting out of the cabin every day and food and showers have been lacking for the better part of three days now and today is not looking up either.
It's his brain, Quentin thinks hazily, voice almost dream-like and washed out with fatigue once he blinks away the hands brushing so carefully over Riku's arm, patting his hair and those hands will always too naked and too cruel without the rings on them.]
Of course I don't have a death wish? That's--that's crazy, and I'm not--
[Not yet, but I'm getting you there, Alice whispers soft as anything in his ear, and Quentin's breath hitches.]
I-- I have problems sometimes? It's been that way for years, but. Uh, I think-- I think maybe I should just go? Now?