[Fenris appreciates the space, especially given how moments ago he literally attacked the man for it. And as much as he hadn't wanted to air what he just said he feels a strange weightlessness to himself now, bogged down by weights still but one less he has to lug about.
His breathing has returned to normal and his posture is no longer rigid. Right now he's just...tired, more than anything, like a war was just waged in his head.]
...No. In fact, this was the first time.
[Maybe not the first time it happened, but the first time it happened in such a way, with such intensity — the first time forgotten memories melded with old ones.]
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cw: body dysmorphia, skin horror, implications of past sexual/physical abuse, past slavery, ptsd
Date: 2020-12-11 06:53 am (UTC)His breathing has returned to normal and his posture is no longer rigid. Right now he's just...tired, more than anything, like a war was just waged in his head.]
...No. In fact, this was the first time.
[Maybe not the first time it happened, but the first time it happened in such a way, with such intensity — the first time forgotten memories melded with old ones.]