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Peanut Butter - Air
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Timeframe : 1260's
Kairn’s still washing the blood from his hands when Lyssa gets back to the kitchen.
“Is Sham all right?” he asks, over the rush of the faucet, without so much as a glance over his shoulder as she comes up behind him.
“Fine,” she says, her hand settling on his shoulder. “He’s sleeping.”
“Good,” he says, still focused on his hands. It seems no amount of scrubbing will erase the stains from his fingers.
Lyssa’s grip tightens. “Are you all right?”
“I’ll be fine.” He’s digging at his nails with a brush and wishing he had such a way to scrub the images from his mind.
“Kairn?” His eyes are burning and his hands are shaking, but he just keeps scrubbing. “Do you want to talk about it?”
He flings the brush down in the basin and slams the handle on the faucet down. “No, I’m not all right,” he says, clamping his hands over the rim of the sink so he won’t have to face her. “And I don’t want to talk about it. I want it all to go away. I want to go home.”
Main entry
Timeframe : 1260's
Kairn’s still washing the blood from his hands when Lyssa gets back to the kitchen.
“Is Sham all right?” he asks, over the rush of the faucet, without so much as a glance over his shoulder as she comes up behind him.
“Fine,” she says, her hand settling on his shoulder. “He’s sleeping.”
“Good,” he says, still focused on his hands. It seems no amount of scrubbing will erase the stains from his fingers.
Lyssa’s grip tightens. “Are you all right?”
“I’ll be fine.” He’s digging at his nails with a brush and wishing he had such a way to scrub the images from his mind.
“Kairn?” His eyes are burning and his hands are shaking, but he just keeps scrubbing. “Do you want to talk about it?”
He flings the brush down in the basin and slams the handle on the faucet down. “No, I’m not all right,” he says, clamping his hands over the rim of the sink so he won’t have to face her. “And I don’t want to talk about it. I want it all to go away. I want to go home.”