[ Grey still can't believe it. He's concentrating on the feeling of Anavha under his palms, under his fingers. The last time he'd seen this man had been in a dream, a terrible dream, when Anavha had floated away into nothing.
But that's not what this is. It's not. He's real, and -
Different, actually. As he leans back, Grey takes in Anavha's clothes for the first time. He had always dressed in white before. Now, Grey frowns a little, and he looks back up. His tattoos - in a more careful black - try to explain. ]
months ten months i didnt think you would come back
[ Not after the first three had passed. That's April's rule, and yet Anavha seems to have defied it. Grey shakes his head. ]
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But that's not what this is. It's not. He's real, and -
Different, actually. As he leans back, Grey takes in Anavha's clothes for the first time. He had always dressed in white before. Now, Grey frowns a little, and he looks back up. His tattoos - in a more careful black - try to explain. ]
months
ten months
i didnt think you would come back
[ Not after the first three had passed. That's April's rule, and yet Anavha seems to have defied it. Grey shakes his head. ]
am i dreaming ?