[Pale lips smoothed over the end of that glazed bottle, a velvet pallet slaking down another over-generous quench till the archbishop was mewling in the warmth of red spirits spreading up his torso. It had been so long since he had found a moment of peace like this, the quiet of the sanctum for once was welcoming, now that it was filled with a presence that was tangible. Lithe arms crossed over Anderson's lap, till locks of heavy tressed blond pooled over robust thighs, and a noble crown laid itself down to follow.]
I'll take mine as well.
[Even with his shepherd's injuries, knowing he could withstand the burdens this callous world through at him whilst shackled down, gave the inquisitor hope for their coming exodus together. Nestling into that cradle of warmth, he was the picturesque of the moment they had last seen eachother alive... Back in Midian... Back where Maxwell's nightmare began and still plagued him.]
I've had such dreams of torment, teacher... for the months captive here I have not a single respite.
Breath comes.. and yet I cannot feel it's relief.
[No matter how he gasps, the ache in his chest still lances him with many pains.]
Shutting my eyes, there is nothing but anguish.. yet opening them..
[Tilting his head up, till the back of his crown was comfortably nested, there was almost a ghost of a smile etching it's way along Maxwell's slender mouth as he looked up to his minister, and allowed his fingertips to brush that marred cheek fondly.]
I'm released.
[And what he could touch, certainly must have been the truth.]
[Action!]
[Pale lips smoothed over the end of that glazed bottle, a velvet pallet slaking down another over-generous quench till the archbishop was mewling in the warmth of red spirits spreading up his torso. It had been so long since he had found a moment of peace like this, the quiet of the sanctum for once was welcoming, now that it was filled with a presence that was tangible. Lithe arms crossed over Anderson's lap, till locks of heavy tressed blond pooled over robust thighs, and a noble crown laid itself down to follow.]
I'll take mine as well.
[Even with his shepherd's injuries, knowing he could withstand the burdens this callous world through at him whilst shackled down, gave the inquisitor hope for their coming exodus together. Nestling into that cradle of warmth, he was the picturesque of the moment they had last seen eachother alive... Back in Midian... Back where Maxwell's nightmare began and still plagued him.]
I've had such dreams of torment, teacher... for the months captive here I have not a single respite.
Breath comes.. and yet I cannot feel it's relief.
[No matter how he gasps, the ache in his chest still lances him with many pains.]
Shutting my eyes, there is nothing but anguish.. yet opening them..
[Tilting his head up, till the back of his crown was comfortably nested, there was almost a ghost of a smile etching it's way along Maxwell's slender mouth as he looked up to his minister, and allowed his fingertips to brush that marred cheek fondly.]
I'm released.
[And what he could touch, certainly must have been the truth.]
I think my very subconsciousness is betraying me.