Taras said the word with particular care, slowly, as if sounding it out, though he knew what it meant, just fine.
It was like silverware, he supposed. Among other things. Fancy pricks had something specific for everything. A fork just for seafood. A spoon just for melon. They had doctors who only looked at people's feet. He supposed a specialist for nightmares fit right in.
He trapped the bottle against his chest, arm tucked around it. Holding it close, because it was something to hold. Even warmed by his body, the smooth glass still felt chill against his skin.
"I don't know anyone else who has nightmares," he added, more quietly.
Taras paused, lips compressing briefly.
"Had nightmares, you said. So did this...specialist...fix it?"
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2009-02-24 07:15 am (UTC)Taras said the word with particular care, slowly, as if sounding it out, though he knew what it meant, just fine.
It was like silverware, he supposed. Among other things. Fancy pricks had something specific for everything. A fork just for seafood. A spoon just for melon. They had doctors who only looked at people's feet. He supposed a specialist for nightmares fit right in.
He trapped the bottle against his chest, arm tucked around it. Holding it close, because it was something to hold. Even warmed by his body, the smooth glass still felt chill against his skin.
"I don't know anyone else who has nightmares," he added, more quietly.
Taras paused, lips compressing briefly.
"Had nightmares, you said. So did this...specialist...fix it?"