[ First thing's first, let's just clear one thing up: ]
I'm not your imagination.
[ And he's more calm about this than he ever thought he would be. He heard about it, this dream thing. This is his first time ever experiencing it, though, and his waking mind is lulled by the hormones emitted during REM. All that's left walking around is that layer deeper, that instinct and intuition and feeling part.
So he doesn't have any qualms about reaching out with his right hand to gently tap her on the chest - somewhere just beneath the throat, the lowest exposed skin he can find.
Both of their chests light up blue, if she lets the contact happen. He'll share over that calm certainty he's feeling, that desire to help, all a little muted and blurry. ]
What's the worst that happens? You follow me after if it doesn't work?
[ He's died before. A few times, he thinks. It's not so bad. He's gotten kind of used to it. ]
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I'm not your imagination.
[ And he's more calm about this than he ever thought he would be. He heard about it, this dream thing. This is his first time ever experiencing it, though, and his waking mind is lulled by the hormones emitted during REM. All that's left walking around is that layer deeper, that instinct and intuition and feeling part.
So he doesn't have any qualms about reaching out with his right hand to gently tap her on the chest - somewhere just beneath the throat, the lowest exposed skin he can find.
Both of their chests light up blue, if she lets the contact happen. He'll share over that calm certainty he's feeling, that desire to help, all a little muted and blurry. ]
What's the worst that happens? You follow me after if it doesn't work?
[ He's died before. A few times, he thinks. It's not so bad. He's gotten kind of used to it. ]