[That voice travels - farther than sight and further than sound - to reach his ears. His head cants towards its origin. His eyes wander towards the skies. His drawling tone reaches beyond space to address his partner, his voice whispering into his ear as though he was there.
Perception. It is fun to twist and play with the senses.]
Perhaps you should leave your throne once in a while.
[But that is not the last word he plans to say. Because who is he - a recluse - to tell anyone to leave a space that makes them comfortable?]
And yes. I am aware of the irony.
[What Jesper will find should he appear at his side is the same sight; the last bandit shovelling sand into his mouth as though he is dying of thirst.]
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Perception. It is fun to twist and play with the senses.]
Perhaps you should leave your throne once in a while.
[But that is not the last word he plans to say. Because who is he - a recluse - to tell anyone to leave a space that makes them comfortable?]
And yes. I am aware of the irony.
[What Jesper will find should he appear at his side is the same sight; the last bandit shovelling sand into his mouth as though he is dying of thirst.]