[right][h2][color=#8493ca]Caught in a Snare[/color][/h2]
[@silver21][@DaftJive][/right]

[color=#808080]Through the chains, through the dark, the air shifts toward warmth.

And his mother is sitting beside him. Lavender clings to her clothes, dry and familiar, her hands settled loose in her lap. Most of her is somewhere else entirely, her eyes following a thought that keeps drifting just out of reach. Damien's mother has been losing herself like this for years.

After a moment she turns, not quite toward him but close enough, and her brow draws in the way it does when you look at someone and can tell, before you know why, that something is wrong. One hand lifts from her lap and hovers toward Damien.

[i]"...cold. Are you cold?"[/i][/color]