Trowa inhales slightly, his eyes widening infinitesimally, and for a moment that's it -- one might be forgiven for thinking that his body is still frozen and uninhabited.
And then his gaze lifts.
(Just for the slightest instance, this body too was a disorienting change, and that was blankly and horribly unsettling -- and then everything snapped back into place, and he knows every muscle and shift of balance again.)
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Date: 2010-04-10 04:06 am (UTC)From:And then his gaze lifts.
(Just for the slightest instance, this body too was a disorienting change, and that was blankly and horribly unsettling -- and then everything snapped back into place, and he knows every muscle and shift of balance again.)
"Thank you," he says, quietly.