[PJs from Macy's teen section aren't exactly haute couture either, and he's suddenly horribly aware just how much they expose. A hand over the purplish stain on his neck, he looks round to where Dorian's standing just as the Angel issues her instruction to READ.
And Prior doesn't.
A Prior does, somewhere, somewhen, but the Prior Dorian's talking to manages to detach from that. He shakes his head - pushes back, onto his knees, onto his feet, a hand reaching out for help getting up. At least his leg's not as screwed up here, only as bad as he remembers it being, back when.]
I don't know how to get out of this one, I don't understand. I don't even think it's me doing it this time.
[Somewhere, a Prior is still on the floor, reading, and the Angel watches him. Though, for all that this is memory, can't be changed, it appears for a moment as though she's staring straight at them.]
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[PJs from Macy's teen section aren't exactly haute couture either, and he's suddenly horribly aware just how much they expose. A hand over the purplish stain on his neck, he looks round to where Dorian's standing just as the Angel issues her instruction to READ.
And Prior doesn't.
A Prior does, somewhere, somewhen, but the Prior Dorian's talking to manages to detach from that. He shakes his head - pushes back, onto his knees, onto his feet, a hand reaching out for help getting up. At least his leg's not as screwed up here, only as bad as he remembers it being, back when.]
I don't know how to get out of this one, I don't understand. I don't even think it's me doing it this time.
[Somewhere, a Prior is still on the floor, reading, and the Angel watches him. Though, for all that this is memory, can't be changed, it appears for a moment as though she's staring straight at them.]