Week 2 - dreamshare catchall with Sandalphon

[fragileprophet]

[The week is filled with dreams.]

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[melancoffeea]

[He exhales through his nose. He doesn't think that's true, either. If anything, Ion has given so much more in return.

More than that, this week . . . ]

My fate has already been decided. I won't fight it.

[fragileprophet]

[Even so, Ion doesn't let go of his hand. He holds on, steady, even as his voice gets smaller.]

I know I can't force you to change the way that you see yourself...but your constant companionship and support has helped me so much.

[Maybe it's not the same for Sandalphon. He doesn't know. Maybe he's just been annoying, an obligation, someone to worry needlessly over because he keeps getting himself hurt and keeps trying to hide it. But, still...]

No matter where we both must go, I wouldn't ever forget these kindnesses.

[melancoffeea]

[That sentiment can't last. His vision focuses and Sandalphon pulls his hand free from Ion's grasp. Already, his skin feels bare without that tender touch. He doesn't look Ion in the eyes.]

As long as you're my partner, I'll take care of you. It's the least that I can do.

[Whatever it takes.]

[fragileprophet]

...I see.

[He knows it's not a rejection, not necessarily, but Ion's hand feels so cold again. Instinctively, he brings it back around to hug himself.]

I'll do the same.

[No matter what he must sacrifice.]