Re: In-person: Damian/Burden
Burden, under normal conditions, would have taken himself away as soon as the shakes begun taking form. But he had himself this thought, this niggling concern, that all this would be forgotten and rewound if he stepped away now. It was as if whatever they'd lit upon, whatever truth this was, would obliterate itself if it wasn't chased on down to the root. So, shakes and pallor and all, Burden didn't so much as make a move to leave this place he was standing. And he was waiting on Damian's answer, on whether or not he, Burden, was the only one to feel something near this house, when Damian suggested sitting.
Now, Burden, he wasn't a fool; he understood right off why Damian was suggesting distance and sitting. But he was reluctant, and it was only Damian's determined movement to lead and guide the way toward the short that got Burden's feet moving. He went, but he looked on over his shoulder at the small white house, and Damian agreed with himself a moment later. Which, that agreeing, it did make Burden chuckle, even as the shaking took root deep in marrow. But he did drop down on the sand, feet real close to the lapping water at the lake's edge. "You, answer," he told the other boy, teeth chattering, but determination writ real plain on pale features made even more so by moonlight.