[here in the waking world, Blue's body's shifted and curled into the embrace Yzak had sleepily reached for. he's still warm - both of them, still warm - and Yzak's breath against his neck is a soothing tickle.
he can feel it: the working of Yzak's mind, that Coordinator cadence that's so distinct from others, working to fit pieces together. to guess...and second-guess. no wonder doubt is such a familiar resident of his heart.
to that end, Blue stirs, untucking his hand from under his pillow to seek out Yzak's hand at rest around his waist, to rest on top of it. even at the threshold of whatever conclusions and reevaluations Yzak's waking mind will start to concoct, Blue can't help but feel grateful. he remembers.
but...will remembering only lead him to fear? such an intimate, unknown circumstance...]
I was there, too. [just to cut off any illusion that Yzak might think it was his own wishful dreaming.]
And what I had said...I meant it.
[slowly, he opens his eyes, still fighting his body to wake up with his mind. slowly, his head turns a little so he can see Yzak there.]
no subject
he can feel it: the working of Yzak's mind, that Coordinator cadence that's so distinct from others, working to fit pieces together. to guess...and second-guess. no wonder doubt is such a familiar resident of his heart.
to that end, Blue stirs, untucking his hand from under his pillow to seek out Yzak's hand at rest around his waist, to rest on top of it. even at the threshold of whatever conclusions and reevaluations Yzak's waking mind will start to concoct, Blue can't help but feel grateful. he remembers.
but...will remembering only lead him to fear? such an intimate, unknown circumstance...]
I was there, too. [just to cut off any illusion that Yzak might think it was his own wishful dreaming.]
And what I had said...I meant it.
[slowly, he opens his eyes, still fighting his body to wake up with his mind. slowly, his head turns a little so he can see Yzak there.]