It wasn't a dream. It took a moment or two for that to be fully realised, but it was. Perhaps it was the fact she'd touched him, and then compounded with the fact she'd moved away. The absence was just as painful as the touch had been in the first place.
He tried again to talk then, but he managed nothing but a small noise; a garbled ache in the back of his throat. It sounded like it could have been her name.
But then events swept up around him. He was lifted and it was a searing pain. He couldn't concentrate then as he was taken away. The hold of the men might have been gentle but Jack couldn't feel that past the pain. It hurt far too much to tell anything else.
And with the ache of being moved came the searing intensity of the light. It was only candlelight at first, but that was harsh enough, and there was nothing in him that was prepared for the natural light of the day outside as they moved him from the building. There was a breeze that touched Jack's skin and dimly he tried to feel it, to taste it, but it was all so overwhelming it became hard to do.
He was put then inside a carriage, and immediately a blanket was laid over him. It had felt like a trial, just to be moved, and he shuddered and shook. Merely sitting as he did seemed to hurt.
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Date: 2010-03-21 09:58 pm (UTC)He tried again to talk then, but he managed nothing but a small noise; a garbled ache in the back of his throat. It sounded like it could have been her name.
But then events swept up around him. He was lifted and it was a searing pain. He couldn't concentrate then as he was taken away. The hold of the men might have been gentle but Jack couldn't feel that past the pain. It hurt far too much to tell anything else.
And with the ache of being moved came the searing intensity of the light. It was only candlelight at first, but that was harsh enough, and there was nothing in him that was prepared for the natural light of the day outside as they moved him from the building. There was a breeze that touched Jack's skin and dimly he tried to feel it, to taste it, but it was all so overwhelming it became hard to do.
He was put then inside a carriage, and immediately a blanket was laid over him. It had felt like a trial, just to be moved, and he shuddered and shook. Merely sitting as he did seemed to hurt.
But it was over, he hoped. It was over.