Noctisardor Bypass tell me lies, tell me painted truths

"yes, of course."
he nodded at sequoia, vision beginning to curl black at the edges. carefully he settled close to laurel, not so near that they would touch but enough to suggest that he was present.
mahler breathed.
a black pool enveloped him and while he stayed upright, he too would drift once laurel's breathing had steadied.