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damned_institute2012-11-30 02:12 pm
a_sin_for_him) wrote in damned_institute2012-11-30 02:12 pm
Night 67: West Wing, South Hall 1-B
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It seemed as though the corridors were somehow longer, more cavernous. Lust knew it was only her fanciful imagination, but the sense persisted. The supposed she was unnerved, on edge. It wasn't something she enjoyed but she didn't know how to change it. Everything felt more since she'd come to this place. Sometimes the intensity of her feelings startled her.
But here were the main hallways, she was making good time. Another corner and it would be the true main corridor...
It seemed as though the corridors were somehow longer, more cavernous. Lust knew it was only her fanciful imagination, but the sense persisted. The supposed she was unnerved, on edge. It wasn't something she enjoyed but she didn't know how to change it. Everything felt more since she'd come to this place. Sometimes the intensity of her feelings startled her.
But here were the main hallways, she was making good time. Another corner and it would be the true main corridor...
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The sound of footsteps here was rare enough that Sasuke quickened his own pace in response, eyes more comfortable in the darkness despite their unnatural improvement. He knew that they were healing, objectively; but the mind healed more slowly than the body, and it was still almost easier to navigate the familiar hallways in partial sensory deprivation than it was with full awareness.
But it had neither been so long since he'd lost his sight nor too soon since he'd regained it for him to need to train his vision, eyes tracking any visible movement and mentally recording its importance. Dismissing most -- but as he pushed into the next hallway, a flash of pale colour gave him pause.
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