[ Oz can't help but smile, a shy but amused expression that crosses his face. He knows, somehow without question, that Dimitri would be the only one to so readily accept that part of him, the shadowy thing that lives in his heart of hearts. Most others would fail to understand it, perhaps find it frightening. That simple, fumbling laugh lightens Oz's heart so much, he feels he might float away. ]
It's not strange. I feel it too.
[ Something is connecting them, a bridge between world and hearts linking them together. Dimitri is at once Oz's first friend and his oldest friend, and he can scarce explain how those two things can exist at the same time, in the same person, but he doesn't have to. Dimitri knows.
Quietly, and much in the same way his shadow had, Oz extends a hand to the prince. ]
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It's not strange. I feel it too.
[ Something is connecting them, a bridge between world and hearts linking them together. Dimitri is at once Oz's first friend and his oldest friend, and he can scarce explain how those two things can exist at the same time, in the same person, but he doesn't have to. Dimitri knows.
Quietly, and much in the same way his shadow had, Oz extends a hand to the prince. ]