Knight-terrors. *open post*

[1handedwelshman]

He doesn't remember what the dream was, but he woke up in a cold sweat from it, and all day his hand has been hurting badly-the hand that isn't there anymore. They come every so often, these dreams that he can't remember with the phantom pain following. He can only imagine what the dream was

Comments

[ebon_divinity]

Rosana settles beside him on the ground in a pool of bright skirts. "Hullo."

[1handedwelshman]

"Hey there, gorgeous," he replies, giving her a half grin. "What are you up to, eh?"

[ebon_divinity]

"Nothing much." She looks him over carefully. "Bad day?"

[1handedwelshman]

"I guess so. The Stump's been actng up like hell." He shrugs. "I've had worse days though."

[russet_goddess]

"Here, what's this?" she says, a soft admonition, sitting beside him without further preamble. One hand reaches out and touches the Stump, almost fingering it, gentle although her hands are rough and worked.

[1handedwelshman]

She already knows a lot more than he'd like anyone to, so he doesn't bother pulling his arm away. "Damn hand that isn't has been giving me trouble all day, 's all," he says quietly with a shrug. "Happens sometimes."

[russet_goddess]

"Oh. 'S it hurtin'? Mine do that sometimes." She edges a little closer, still holding it gently.

[1handedwelshman]

"Sometimes the bloody thing forgets it's gone." He looks down at it and says quietly, "It got pretty cut up before I lost it. Sometimes I feel that."