( with a grunt there on his lips when he shifts, he lets out another breath and tips his head back some. he can still feel the way the shadows lap against him. it's... strange. they're not wet or slick. not even cold or warm. they're just... there and he can feel them.
letting his eyes open some, he stares up to jason. )
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letting his eyes open some, he stares up to jason. )
Why didn't you let me go?