[ He doesn't hesitate, watching the SCA flicker to life, counting him down, and Roland is in the zone. The instructions ring clear; he complies without question. Back straight. Eyes closed. Breathing, lungs open, chest loose. Arms still crossed, but not as tense.
It vaguely occurs to Roland that he might be getting pranked here, but he has too much trust to go with that instinct.
Roland though, has always been more comfortable in the silence of his mind than he is in the angry noise of reality away from his thoughts. So even as he's being watched, being timed, he falls into this state naturally. One might even mistake him for falling asleep. But no, he's alert, hearing his own inhales sharp and precise, the quiet place that Tidus speaks of in his head merely a corner of his soul he's made into his own.
What it looks like, what's there, and what he hides deep within, are all a mystery except to the chief consul himself. ]
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[ He doesn't hesitate, watching the SCA flicker to life, counting him down, and Roland is in the zone. The instructions ring clear; he complies without question. Back straight. Eyes closed. Breathing, lungs open, chest loose. Arms still crossed, but not as tense.
It vaguely occurs to Roland that he might be getting pranked here, but he has too much trust to go with that instinct.
Roland though, has always been more comfortable in the silence of his mind than he is in the angry noise of reality away from his thoughts. So even as he's being watched, being timed, he falls into this state naturally. One might even mistake him for falling asleep. But no, he's alert, hearing his own inhales sharp and precise, the quiet place that Tidus speaks of in his head merely a corner of his soul he's made into his own.
What it looks like, what's there, and what he hides deep within, are all a mystery except to the chief consul himself. ]
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