The star opens her eyes.
Okay, so that's not precisely true.
To be entirely honest, the star does not so much open her eyes as flutter them in a rather useless manner. Though, really, she has aspirations of opening them, so it really should count
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He doesn't make a sound or any sort of movement.
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Gods, she wants to go back to sleep. It was quiet there.
And she hadn't been conscious enough to notice the rather horrid crick in her neck either.
Ugh.
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He is uncomfortable after all, and that fact is only becoming more apparent with each passing second.
Ugh, indeed.
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It probably doesn't help that everything bloody swirls again.
At some point thereafter, there is a quiet, rather miserable whimper of, "Ow, fuck."
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He shifts a little in his spot, his wrists rubbing against his bindings, chafing his skin a little.
Then he starts to groan a bit. And oi - his head feels like the hollow inside of a giant church bell that's just been rung.
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It's just marvelous here.
The star makes an attempt at the blinking thing once more, with marginally more successful results this time around - though, really, it is probably not all that impressive to keep a plain, solid sort of ceiling in focus, if one were to really think about it.
Luckily, we haven't progressed onto the thinking level just yet.
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He is beginning to see for himself just how marvelous consciousness really, truly is.
(Not.)
His head still feeling hollow and emptied out, he manages to utter a rather groggy, "... Yvaine?"
And wow. His voice is just far too loud.
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"Don't yell," she mumbles, sound of it muffled somewhere against the side of his neck, her eyebrows beetling together and eyes squeezing shut. "S'loud."
It really really is.
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And her voice does too, actually. Which he promptly points out to her, in case she was wondering.
"You're being loud, too."
And ugh. ALL THIS TALK IS JUST TOO MUCH.
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The ceiling isn't quite so fuzzy anymore.
It's intriguing.
"Don't mean to."
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Because anything else is simply rattling his brains about in his head. That certainly makes looking about their environment difficult.
"...where are we?"
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She blinks again, tone slipping into something quiet and soothing - it's still a bit hazy and muzzy at the edges, but it's mostly pleasant.
"Not the room," she decides and tugs her hands tentatively, frowning when they refuse to move.
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"How'd we get here?" he asks, once his head has cleared up a little more. "I can't ... remember anything."
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"Wasn't paying attention," she replies, righting herself and peering vaguely around the room. It's small and stuffy and cluttered - no windows. "Was a bit too busy being displeased with you."
There's something of an undercurrent of 'sorry' in that one too - underneath the general sort of persistent dazedness.
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"Me too," he admits, feeling really rather rotten about it.
Duped (yet again!) because he had a rather silly squabble with the girl he loved.
Oh, yes. Tristran Thorn certainly is the kingly type.
"Well, this situation is - unfortunately - familiar."
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At least, it sets off a lesser amount of ringing this time around - which is all that anyone can really ask for.
"No goblins though," she adds, with something of a smile.
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