[ The silence isn't something that makes him uncomfortable, for some reason - it matches the dead silence in his head, rustled not by sound but by whispers that feed into one's mind rather than their ears. He keeps himself still in the meantime, his shadows clinging to the ground below him and nowhere else.
What's visible of his face softens, if only a little - the extent of his expression.
His pendulum hovers forward without any visible instruction from him, so that she can reach it; and that its position could possibly block her view of his twisted body. ]
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What's visible of his face softens, if only a little - the extent of his expression.
His pendulum hovers forward without any visible instruction from him, so that she can reach it; and that its position could possibly block her view of his twisted body. ]