[Bren had not seen the painting yet, had not found himself looking at his own face from a century or more back in the past. He was too busy running his fingers over the paper page before him. He'd seen it before, he'd read this before. Pain stabbed through his head again but he ignored it, or tried to. There as a soft whimper of pain he couldn't quite hold back before he managed a breath to steady himself.
He held the book to his chest tightly, like it was some tether to things he could almost remember, things that felt like they were missing.]
I dreamed about this place. Last night. [Well this morning, hen he'd finally fallen asleep.] About this library and this book. About you.
[Another pained sound and he wavered on his feet, lifting his hands to his head, the book falling out of his hands and landing with a muted thump on the floor. The pain again, trying to shred the dream -- the memory -- out of his head.]
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Date: 2023-03-22 01:48 am (UTC)He held the book to his chest tightly, like it was some tether to things he could almost remember, things that felt like they were missing.]
I dreamed about this place. Last night. [Well this morning, hen he'd finally fallen asleep.] About this library and this book. About you.
[Another pained sound and he wavered on his feet, lifting his hands to his head, the book falling out of his hands and landing with a muted thump on the floor. The pain again, trying to shred the dream -- the memory -- out of his head.]