The apartment is silent, the other two long since fallen to slumber. The ambient sound of cicadas are distant outside, a reminder of the season, interrupted only by the occasional shift in papers, the clinking of glass, punctuated by the sizzle of components as they are mixed together.
The only light illuminating the two figures in the room is the lamp on the desk, bright enough to cause both to forget just how late, exactly, it is.
Trahearne peers at the vial in his hand, tilting his head as he holds it closer to the light. When he speaks, his voice is a murmur, blending into the ambient quiet around them. ]
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The apartment is silent, the other two long since fallen to slumber. The ambient sound of cicadas are distant outside, a reminder of the season, interrupted only by the occasional shift in papers, the clinking of glass, punctuated by the sizzle of components as they are mixed together.
The only light illuminating the two figures in the room is the lamp on the desk, bright enough to cause both to forget just how late, exactly, it is.
Trahearne peers at the vial in his hand, tilting his head as he holds it closer to the light. When he speaks, his voice is a murmur, blending into the ambient quiet around them. ]
Is it supposed to be this colour?