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noticing the sudden distrust in quentin’s eyes, harker raises his hands in surrender, trying to placate him like a wild animal — trying to prove that he isn’t a * threat.
“yeah—yeah. you’re awake.” he softens his voice and takes a
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blues rapidly dart back and forth as if trying to keep up with the panicked thoughts racing through his mind, though they’re unfocused. for a moment, he can’t even hear or see anything around him. he only ever reacts once his
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time wasn't right. it was moving too fast. and then i was 19. and then i was 20. i felt like one of those dolls asleep in the supermarket. stuffed. and then i was 21. like chapters skipped over on a DVD.