[Jasper closes his eyes, indulging in silence and peace, lulled by nightfall and the promise of sleep. He relaxes his nerves and lies on his side before adjusting onto his stomach. No worries of the day. No confusion of emotion. His deep meditation is disturbed after a moment - the movement of his companion prickles his nerves.
He opens his eyes and brushes hair out his face, straining to keep awake. In the haze of returning vision, a man kneeling silently. Visions flash in his mind. The end of misunderstanding. The end of his life.
The bag goes unclaimed for a long while. It takes him a lengthy spell to collect himself; his pride is set aside as he reaches out with a hand.]
Thank you.
[Memories of childhood flood his thoughts. Offering Hendrik candy to help him sleep. How ironic that that role finds itself reversed. Regardless, he certainly sounds grateful for far more than a simple bag of candy.]
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He opens his eyes and brushes hair out his face, straining to keep awake. In the haze of returning vision, a man kneeling silently. Visions flash in his mind. The end of misunderstanding. The end of his life.
The bag goes unclaimed for a long while. It takes him a lengthy spell to collect himself; his pride is set aside as he reaches out with a hand.]
Thank you.
[Memories of childhood flood his thoughts. Offering Hendrik candy to help him sleep. How ironic that that role finds itself reversed. Regardless, he certainly sounds grateful for far more than a simple bag of candy.]