[He stirs to that familiarly sibilant voice, to the hard nudge on his side. Upright, adrenaline tethers him instantly awake and aware — a current that rapidly sweeps fear through him upon realization. Something is wrong. Sasuke flattens his back to the headboard, sheets kicked by his bare feet, expression unveiled enough to suggest his horror down to its roots. He holds himself with tension. He looks as if he might lunge off the bed at any moment and do something very violent, if not for the circumstances of where he is and who he is with, everything unraveling into a whole separate unknown.
The wide eyes that turn on Laurent are a dark, nearly opaque black, utterly colorless and devoid of pattern. It makes him appear younger, somehow, or that is the owlish disorientation and confusion that wells within them, shock shaken loose then promptly shuttered behind restraint. He listens to Laurent's words. Or tries to, as they make no sense. Vere. Property. Prince's bedchambers.]
What... [It barely materializes in his mouth before he swallows the rest.] This is your world.
[Only the two of them. He wonders, helplessly, what that could mean. Perhaps their proximity to each other had become entangled, and whatever force is capable of interdimensional movement could go in only one direction, or — and worse, where his mind lingers horribly as he stares at Laurent — there is nowhere else for Sasuke to return.
What has Laurent told him about Vere? He scrambles for memory, but there is too little; he should have asked more. He is still frigid at the top of the bed when the clothing is proffered. Finally, he shifts an inch, then jerks in shock when he realizes he has placed his weight on his left hand.
His left, intact arm.
Sasuke closes his eyes, and he doesn't move when he speaks.] Tell me what you mean by 'property.'
i accept my fate
The wide eyes that turn on Laurent are a dark, nearly opaque black, utterly colorless and devoid of pattern. It makes him appear younger, somehow, or that is the owlish disorientation and confusion that wells within them, shock shaken loose then promptly shuttered behind restraint. He listens to Laurent's words. Or tries to, as they make no sense. Vere. Property. Prince's bedchambers.]
What... [It barely materializes in his mouth before he swallows the rest.] This is your world.
[Only the two of them. He wonders, helplessly, what that could mean. Perhaps their proximity to each other had become entangled, and whatever force is capable of interdimensional movement could go in only one direction, or — and worse, where his mind lingers horribly as he stares at Laurent — there is nowhere else for Sasuke to return.
What has Laurent told him about Vere? He scrambles for memory, but there is too little; he should have asked more. He is still frigid at the top of the bed when the clothing is proffered. Finally, he shifts an inch, then jerks in shock when he realizes he has placed his weight on his left hand.
His left, intact arm.
Sasuke closes his eyes, and he doesn't move when he speaks.] Tell me what you mean by 'property.'