[ When he found himself here, a number of things were just known. He didn't have to learn them, he didn't realize he knew them, there was no moment wherein before this something didn't exist and suddenly it did. It just felt like he knew all along that this place was familiar, that she was alone, that she was destined to fall.
Her reaction is something he doesn't know; no context to understand. His brow furrows up, knits into something tense.
She doesn't look older to him. Maybe that's because she ages incredibly well, or because faces are as you expect them to be in dreams, or because people are more entities than physical forms. The essence of themselves, without age lining them one way or another. He can't tell that she's from later, that she's from after. ]
When did what?
[ Through that touch, rippling confusion and steadily mounting concern from him. Her guarded expression doesn't mean as much when he can feel what's underneath it - hope, a burning need to know directly contrasted with the fear of knowing.
It feels desperate, this combination of things. It puts him on edge. ]
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Her reaction is something he doesn't know; no context to understand. His brow furrows up, knits into something tense.
She doesn't look older to him. Maybe that's because she ages incredibly well, or because faces are as you expect them to be in dreams, or because people are more entities than physical forms. The essence of themselves, without age lining them one way or another. He can't tell that she's from later, that she's from after. ]
When did what?
[ Through that touch, rippling confusion and steadily mounting concern from him. Her guarded expression doesn't mean as much when he can feel what's underneath it - hope, a burning need to know directly contrasted with the fear of knowing.
It feels desperate, this combination of things. It puts him on edge. ]