[ Even crossfaded, with his body flickering gently between the present and the future, Matt can recognize the gesture as one of kindness. He sighs, soft, as he takes up a section of Tezca's hair.
The braid he starts in on is a fishtail, somewhat by accident; his fingers remember it better than his brain. Just know that Tezcatlipoca came this close to a beautiful "first ballet recital" French braid. ]
Thank you, [ Matt says. He means it, though the bulk of his appreciation is for the suggestion about Shards. It feels practical, meaningful. Why should somebody suffer between picking two loved ones for their shot at salvation while Matt struggles to think of one? He watches himself sweep Tezcatlipoca's hair into a woven pattern--recognizable and structurally sound, if not terribly neat. ] I guess it's good to talk these things out sometimes. In your own head, you can get so stuck.
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The braid he starts in on is a fishtail, somewhat by accident; his fingers remember it better than his brain. Just know that Tezcatlipoca came this close to a beautiful "first ballet recital" French braid. ]
Thank you, [ Matt says. He means it, though the bulk of his appreciation is for the suggestion about Shards. It feels practical, meaningful. Why should somebody suffer between picking two loved ones for their shot at salvation while Matt struggles to think of one? He watches himself sweep Tezcatlipoca's hair into a woven pattern--recognizable and structurally sound, if not terribly neat. ] I guess it's good to talk these things out sometimes. In your own head, you can get so stuck.