No. Never mind. He can move. It's just difficult. It's as though the filtered sunlight has thickened the air, filled it up with a sticky ether that it's a chore to push through, that makes it seem impossible, that makes Crowley's limbs feel heavy, motorless.
First, he moves his arm out to the edge of the bed. Then he moves his leg. Then Crowley eases out slowly, stomach tense, and stands up much too fast.
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Date: 2009-08-25 06:04 pm (UTC)No. Never mind. He can move. It's just difficult. It's as though the filtered sunlight has thickened the air, filled it up with a sticky ether that it's a chore to push through, that makes it seem impossible, that makes Crowley's limbs feel heavy, motorless.
First, he moves his arm out to the edge of the bed. Then he moves his leg. Then Crowley eases out slowly, stomach tense, and stands up much too fast.
He sways for a moment, dizzy.
(Has he always been this tall?)