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█ SILVER EYES / REACHING FOR PARADISE / I'VE SEEN IT A MILLION TIMES █
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[turbos]

[ as she stirs awake, turning to face him and giving him the soft sound of his name from her lips, he manages a soft smile, relieved to hear the one thing that makes him feel more alive than anything else. though the world appears different, being in this strange place, and she looks slightly different from how he'd left her, her voice remains the same, calming any sense of discomfort he might have felt in waking up here. ]

It's me, sestra. [ he whispers, paired with a sokovian tongue. lifting his hand to hers, gentle as he takes her wrist, he tilts his head, sliding his lips to her palm to offer gentle kisses to her lifelines, soft and tender. ]

I am here.

[ there's plenty of questions to ask, of what's going on, of why they're even here in the first place, but he resorts to sinking himself in the familiarities first, leaning down to press his lips to her cheek, giving her skin the warmth of his mouth so she can feel him here with her. ]

[hydric]

[She is still not entirely unconvinced that this isn't some sort of dream. But then if it is an illusions, shouldn't she know she is creating it? Has she truly lost her mind? But then he's tenderly placing gentle kisses over her palm and then to her cheek. And there is no doubt that what she is feeling is real.

A hand wraps around his wrist, brows raised. She doesn't know how. But is she ready to ask those questions? She's already pulled at the strings of the world she's created in Westview, and look how that is turning out now. Her smile falters for a moment.]

You can't be-- [But he is. She can feel him in her hands, when she leans her head against him. She can feel that void in her own consciousness that was ripped from her when he was killed. The 'how' of all this suddenly feels less important if once again this place can truly give her the family, in all its forms, that she's wanted.]