fragileprophet | Week 2 - dreamshare catchall with Sandalphon

That . . .

[His face crinkles at the memory. He'd practically forgotten about that (because he'd wanted to).]

That was a long time ago.

I see.

[The silence that falls between them is...not necessarily comfortable. He wants to say more, feels somewhat as if she should say more, but the words curl up nervously in his throat.]

Sorry if it was uncomfortable to bring up so casually.

[The apology snaps Sandalphon back to reality, and he's quick to rectify this mistake.]

No. You didn't do anything wrong. But . . . that was definitely my memory. How were you able to see it?

[Oh.]

I don't know. I just fell asleep...and suddenly I was in it.

[Which means...he can't help but ask.]

You didn't see anything you think might have belonged to me...did you?

[He scowls, wondering if it's wise to share what he dreamed. While confusion and numbness reigned in the dream, he finds himself unsettled in the safety of his own body.]

I saw . . . your birth, and others who looked like you in cells.

Oh.

[Oh.

...

More silence. This time, because Ion feels like the inside of his body has suddenly turned into a pressurized kettle. Cold...how can he feel so hot but so cold? He pulls the blankets farther up toward his shoulders.]

I'm sorry. Did you...no, I'm sorry.

[He doesn't know what he's saying. Why is he apologizing? Why does the whole world feel so dark so suddenly?]

[His scowl deepens, more out of concern for Ion than anything else. He knows how intrusive this can feel.]

Why are you apologizing? I was the one who looked into your memory without your consent.

[And it wasn't a frivolous memory like his. What he saw was . . . private.]

[His heart is beating so fast. Ion puts a hand against his chest, closing his eyes and trying to focus on breathing.]

I just hadn't...thought of the six of them in...in awhile. Not like that. I hadn't forgotten but I'd...

[Well, he doesn't think about it.]

It must have alarmed you.

I wasn't expecting it.

[He was alarmed, to be sure, but that has since morphed into a feeling of faint unease. There isn't anything he can do for Ion, so he gives him a moment instead.]

But it's over. The dream ended and I'm here now. So are you.

Right...right, you're right. We're here. Together.

[He closes his eyes, but it's a bad idea, because he sees his Original glowering down at him with cold, uninterested eyes and wants to vomit. He opens his eyes again. He laughs weakly.]

None of that matters anymore. It was two years ago--it's all in the past now.

[He wouldn't say that it doesn't matter. If that's how Ion will recover from this stressful state, though, then Sandalphon won't say anything.

Two years . . . ]

You don't look so good. Do you need to lie down?

[He shakes his head.]

No, I'll be okay. I'm calming down. I'm sorry for causing trouble.

[The more you apologize, the less they expect from you. It's better to be left alone in that company, even when you feel so frightened to be alone.]

Trouble?

[Sandalphon doesn't recall there being trouble this morning, as reckless as Ion can be.]

It's been a while, so I'll say it again: tell me if you need anything.

[As his words sink in, Ion feels the shaking start to ease. Ground. He's found ground--he never left the ground. Slowly, his smile comes back. He looks tired, as if they hadn't just woken up, but he pulls his gaze back upward.]

Right now, I'd just like it if you stayed close. Is that okay?

[The request, though simple, is truly sincere and touches something in his depraved soul. In return, Sandalphon offers a tentative smile.]

I'll stay as long as you need. Take this time to rest.

Week 2 - dreamshare catchall with Sandalphon

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