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milliways_bar2016-06-19 03:59 pm
fieryface) wrote in milliways_bar2016-06-19 03:59 pm
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Here's the look of a newcomer: a boy with wide eyes, a look of white-faced (well, mostly white, white save the splash of red, a birthmark that spreads across half his face, his forehead and his cheek) fear. He's eighteen, maybe, clothes old-fashioned in a way that's not necessarily easy to precisely place.
"Ah, fuck," Jamie says under his breath. This doesn't look like any nightmare he's ever had, but what else could it be? He was so sure he was awake, but maybe he hasn't really been awake all day?
Maybe, he thinks-- maybe he only thought he got up and had breakfast and sat sighing through the boring privy council until they asked him to sign his name-- but really none of that happened at all, and he's been asleep all along.
Seeing as this is a dream, and the usual kinds of logic can't be counted on, it doesn't occur to him to try to pass back through the door behind him. So he moves in instead, glancing about him with sharp, nervous looks. He's very tall, even when he hunches his shoulders up and seems to be trying to make himself smaller. The big window, the big window with the bright light of an explosion behind it, catches his eye.
"Fuck," he says again, softly.
"Ah, fuck," Jamie says under his breath. This doesn't look like any nightmare he's ever had, but what else could it be? He was so sure he was awake, but maybe he hasn't really been awake all day?
Maybe, he thinks-- maybe he only thought he got up and had breakfast and sat sighing through the boring privy council until they asked him to sign his name-- but really none of that happened at all, and he's been asleep all along.
Seeing as this is a dream, and the usual kinds of logic can't be counted on, it doesn't occur to him to try to pass back through the door behind him. So he moves in instead, glancing about him with sharp, nervous looks. He's very tall, even when he hunches his shoulders up and seems to be trying to make himself smaller. The big window, the big window with the bright light of an explosion behind it, catches his eye.
"Fuck," he says again, softly.