He stares at her, uncomprehending, for a few moments; then slumps back. Drops his shoulders. Yes. Of course. He should have fucking known.
"This damnable place," he mutters. His voice sounds like nails scrabbling from the wrong side of a coffin lid. "This godsforsaken miserable brain-searing maddening fucking place..." He pushes back a few strands of black hair with dark, sharp fingernails, presses his fingertips to his temples. "Nothing. I've heard nothing about them."
But the music has been plucking at his nerves. Not really audible, a song stuck in his head. A tune which wakes him fitfully for half-seconds even in sunlight, winds its way snakelike about his brain.
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He stares at her, uncomprehending, for a few moments; then slumps back. Drops his shoulders. Yes. Of course. He should have fucking known.
"This damnable place," he mutters. His voice sounds like nails scrabbling from the wrong side of a coffin lid. "This godsforsaken miserable brain-searing maddening fucking place..." He pushes back a few strands of black hair with dark, sharp fingernails, presses his fingertips to his temples. "Nothing. I've heard nothing about them."
But the music has been plucking at his nerves. Not really audible, a song stuck in his head. A tune which wakes him fitfully for half-seconds even in sunlight, winds its way snakelike about his brain.