He never did like her laughter, and hearing it right against his ear only increases such a feeling.
It is true, however. This really is a familiar feeling, nostalgic in a way that Darkleer isn't sure if he wants or not. Back then, he had to admit- the contact had been both hated and desired. There was no one else in that cave, and there rarely ever was save for her. When she visited, it was his only chance to hear someone else's voice and to feel someone else's touch. Perhaps she saved him from descending into madness solitude really would have given him. Then again, it was her fault he was in such a situation anyway, even if his life was saved.
"I think I would miss a noose around my neck more," he replies coldly, breathing in sharply as he feels her fingers touching his hair. "I thought you would have liked nothing but the best, Mindfang? I wouldn't want to rush things and make this mediocre work, after all."
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It is true, however. This really is a familiar feeling, nostalgic in a way that Darkleer isn't sure if he wants or not. Back then, he had to admit- the contact had been both hated and desired. There was no one else in that cave, and there rarely ever was save for her. When she visited, it was his only chance to hear someone else's voice and to feel someone else's touch. Perhaps she saved him from descending into madness solitude really would have given him. Then again, it was her fault he was in such a situation anyway, even if his life was saved.
"I think I would miss a noose around my neck more," he replies coldly, breathing in sharply as he feels her fingers touching his hair. "I thought you would have liked nothing but the best, Mindfang? I wouldn't want to rush things and make this mediocre work, after all."