[ Suitable as the sound is, he does not recognize the drums. Bellamy's mental voice answers the question of where they're coming from before he can ask, and his is always a welcome presence in Gildor's mind.
It's a messy place right now, despite it's usual all encompassing blackness. Spikes of panic are eased with heavy mindfulness, memories of delirium tremens and long night sweats threaten to take him over. All of this brought on through the pervasive drunkenness flowing through the mental collective. ]
( Hello Bellamy. Thank you, I... I can't seem to rouse the usual orchestra. )
[ Which, he doesn't normally have to try - it's just there, a part of him he's never been able to help. That someone would understand that, even wordlessly, and seek fix it - past all the struggling, he's grateful beyond any expression he's currently capable of. ]
( Am I needed at the wake? Or, not a wake I suppose, but- am I needed there? )
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It's a messy place right now, despite it's usual all encompassing blackness. Spikes of panic are eased with heavy mindfulness, memories of delirium tremens and long night sweats threaten to take him over. All of this brought on through the pervasive drunkenness flowing through the mental collective. ]
( Hello Bellamy. Thank you, I... I can't seem to rouse the usual orchestra. )
[ Which, he doesn't normally have to try - it's just there, a part of him he's never been able to help. That someone would understand that, even wordlessly, and seek fix it - past all the struggling, he's grateful beyond any expression he's currently capable of. ]
( Am I needed at the wake? Or, not a wake I suppose, but- am I needed there? )