[ He follows without a word, obedient as the famed Lan disciple should be, his eyes on the floor and his steps nearly silent.
He lays where he is bade - after removing his boots - and crosses his hands over his chest, closing his eyes.
He can feel the storm attempting to batter against the soothing calm of his brother's music - attempting to crash and suffocate the calm it offers. But there is a reason he is here, and it is because it works. It doesn't remove his feelings, it doesn't strip them bare, but soon the howling winds diminish to a quieter whisper. Soon his heart rate returns to something more normal.
Eventually, his eyes open again, focusing on the ceiling above him, so foreign despite how familiar his brother's music is. He doesn't say anything, he just waits for its natural close. ]
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He lays where he is bade - after removing his boots - and crosses his hands over his chest, closing his eyes.
He can feel the storm attempting to batter against the soothing calm of his brother's music - attempting to crash and suffocate the calm it offers. But there is a reason he is here, and it is because it works. It doesn't remove his feelings, it doesn't strip them bare, but soon the howling winds diminish to a quieter whisper. Soon his heart rate returns to something more normal.
Eventually, his eyes open again, focusing on the ceiling above him, so foreign despite how familiar his brother's music is. He doesn't say anything, he just waits for its natural close. ]