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Nov. 27th, 2004 10:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
giftedthomThom wakes with his face to the wall. For one heart-stopping moment it almost feels like canvas, and his hands tighten reflexively into fists. He's breathing hard; he makes no effort to calm himself because at least it means he's breathing.
He half-smiles, still on edge, his nerves still screaming: he's learned something, in dreams.
Secrets.
He'll keep his mouth shut.
Still . . .
It's dark.
Thom cups his hands to shelter a new violet light, growing in leaps and starts, like candle flame. It burns easily, clean and steady and the shadows recede around him.
Still . . .
It's cold.
Save for the ragged sounds of his breath evening slowly into a natural pace, Thom is silent.
He half-smiles, still on edge, his nerves still screaming: he's learned something, in dreams.
Secrets.
He'll keep his mouth shut.
Still . . .
It's dark.
Thom cups his hands to shelter a new violet light, growing in leaps and starts, like candle flame. It burns easily, clean and steady and the shadows recede around him.
Still . . .
It's cold.
Save for the ragged sounds of his breath evening slowly into a natural pace, Thom is silent.
