[He doesn't technically have a heart that beats. When he draws breath and speaks, it is because this is a form that humanity understands and has reflected back at him. His body is solid but never born, existing because of the dreamers he serves. He is connected to them, to their hearts. He's felt his break, even though one has never resided within him. Metaphor made real.
Right now though there is no ache of loss in his chest, but rather a growing want. His hand lingered, sliding from her face to rest upon her back. Slow and measured, prepared to pull back if she seems discomfited. To see if he feels discomfort. There are so many snares on both ends that might snag. The simple touch doesn't make him forget that, but he craves it nonetheless. The connection.]
I suppose we find in others better company than we see in ourselves.
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Date: 2022-09-19 09:51 pm (UTC)Right now though there is no ache of loss in his chest, but rather a growing want. His hand lingered, sliding from her face to rest upon her back. Slow and measured, prepared to pull back if she seems discomfited. To see if he feels discomfort. There are so many snares on both ends that might snag. The simple touch doesn't make him forget that, but he craves it nonetheless. The connection.]
I suppose we find in others better company than we see in ourselves.