[ The second Dimitri’s fingers curl around his own it feels like… like a burst of sunlight over the horizon, a cool breeze bushing past his face that makes him feel at ease and refreshed and, oddly, safe. Oz has never known such a feeling in all his life, and he leans into it wholeheartedly. ]
Not selfish at all.
[ There’s a smile on Oz’s face, a gentle sort of thing that he doesn’t even think about. It’s just there. ]
I feel the same.
[ Oh, how he longs to stay like this, connected and yet somehow freer for it, but he can see the edges of this world beginning to fade. A world away, a hand alights on his shoulder, a gruff voice calling for him to wake up. Oz fights it a moment longer, his grip on Dimitri’s hand tightening. ]
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Not selfish at all.
[ There’s a smile on Oz’s face, a gentle sort of thing that he doesn’t even think about. It’s just there. ]
I feel the same.
[ Oh, how he longs to stay like this, connected and yet somehow freer for it, but he can see the edges of this world beginning to fade. A world away, a hand alights on his shoulder, a gruff voice calling for him to wake up. Oz fights it a moment longer, his grip on Dimitri’s hand tightening. ]
I’ll find you again. I promise.