"No, I think it's too early to be morning." His internal clock is still sluggish; he'd wake up with lighter limbs and a clearer head if it was actually morning. Lifelong routine is the only thing that keeps him from succumbing to the polar night.
They stand up and raise their arms over their head in a slow stretch. It's odd, but it feels like there's another person in the room with them. A ghost perhaps, a shadow hanging over the cabin of some other time and place. Crozier's eyes dart around the room, absently searching for whatever it is that's so oppressively present.
His eyes fall on the bright, red string on his finger, and he realizes that's what the problem must be. Not his own string, not the strong thread that binds him and Ram together, but a string tied to Ram's finger that he can't quite see. That something that's haunting the room is in Rama's head.
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Date: 2025-02-06 02:46 am (UTC)"No, I think it's too early to be morning." His internal clock is still sluggish; he'd wake up with lighter limbs and a clearer head if it was actually morning. Lifelong routine is the only thing that keeps him from succumbing to the polar night.
They stand up and raise their arms over their head in a slow stretch. It's odd, but it feels like there's another person in the room with them. A ghost perhaps, a shadow hanging over the cabin of some other time and place. Crozier's eyes dart around the room, absently searching for whatever it is that's so oppressively present.
His eyes fall on the bright, red string on his finger, and he realizes that's what the problem must be. Not his own string, not the strong thread that binds him and Ram together, but a string tied to Ram's finger that he can't quite see. That something that's haunting the room is in Rama's head.
"Did you have a nightmare?"