Fifth Grain of Sand ◊ Leather

[hides_thedagger]

Warnings: Mention of blood
Effects: [Optional] Any feelings Dastan has during this dream (drunkenness, pain, slight anger, hangover and peace/happiness)
Privacy: Public

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[wellspromise]

[Owies. This whole dream had her on pins and needles, even though she's no stranger to large wounds and scars herself. Uuugh, the stitching.]

You have pretty good pain tolerance, don't you?

[hides_thedagger]

[He chuckles softly]

I think the wine largely had something to do with my tolerance to pain.

[Still, he's been stitched up in Somarium without any painkillers. Not that Tifa needs to know that]

[wellspromise]

Good point. But still, I'm impressed.

You're a pretty brave guy.

[hides_thedagger]

[He shrugs lightly, trying to make light of the compliment and smiles sheepishly to Tifa]

Thanks, I suppose. It was a small price to protet my brothers.

[wellspromise]

If I had any siblings, I would have done the same thing.

[hides_thedagger]

[He nods. That's what siblings do for one another. Which made his uncle's betrayal only worse]

You are an only child?

[wellspromise]

Yes. I lost my mother rather young, and my father never re-married.

But I had plenty of friends.

[hides_thedagger]

[He looks down, his gaze softening. He knows how it feels to lose family.]

I'm sorry to hear that, Tifa. But I,m glad you had many friends around you as you grew up.

[Because he remembers well how it feels to be alone on the street too]