If he heard the brutal sound of the boot connecting with jaw and teeth behind him, Zexion didn't flinch.
He took note of the shape of his surroundings as they changed, watched the soldiers watching him, as they passed. It was a far smaller group than his master's company, but seemed well-oiled and efficient. The lieutenant moved at a clip that kept him making long strides, till they'd ducked between tentflaps.
And here was the man who gave the orders. Zexion kept his eyes lowered, but his gaze slid sideways under the lashes, this way and that, to discern if it was truly just the two of them here, alone, after the one who'd brought him in was summarily dismissed.
Kept. The word stung a small puckering to his mouth, drawing in his lower lip to pinch against his teeth. His brow furrowed neatly.
"Two?" He replied simply, a little dismayed by the way time seemed to be even more elastic when grounded in one world, than bouncing around many. Perhaps it was the change in routine to blame, and the course of adjustments in general. Some days would seem to bleed together, if not for keeping up Bertram's logs nowadays. "Two months." Which shortchanged his time in Sheatris by a few weeks, at most, but that was close enough.
And now everything changes again. He thought, and wasn't sure whether he should be elated about this turn of fate, or resentful.
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Date: 2017-03-14 11:47 pm (UTC)He took note of the shape of his surroundings as they changed, watched the soldiers watching him, as they passed. It was a far smaller group than his master's company, but seemed well-oiled and efficient. The lieutenant moved at a clip that kept him making long strides, till they'd ducked between tentflaps.
And here was the man who gave the orders. Zexion kept his eyes lowered, but his gaze slid sideways under the lashes, this way and that, to discern if it was truly just the two of them here, alone, after the one who'd brought him in was summarily dismissed.
Kept. The word stung a small puckering to his mouth, drawing in his lower lip to pinch against his teeth. His brow furrowed neatly.
"Two?" He replied simply, a little dismayed by the way time seemed to be even more elastic when grounded in one world, than bouncing around many. Perhaps it was the change in routine to blame, and the course of adjustments in general. Some days would seem to bleed together, if not for keeping up Bertram's logs nowadays. "Two months." Which shortchanged his time in Sheatris by a few weeks, at most, but that was close enough.
And now everything changes again. He thought, and wasn't sure whether he should be elated about this turn of fate, or resentful.