( What is he truly afraid of? It's a difficult question to process at first, especially as Six's features gradually get closer. So close his heart starts throbbing in his throat, taking away the words that feel like they're on the tip of his tongue. He's unsure how to answer and if he were able to, should he expose his fragilities? )
It is a dream, yes. This almost feels like a part of my home.
( Part of it is comforting, knowing this isn't reality - and perhaps if they stay here, Sunday could learn and master the threads that make this place come together. He could rebuild the sweet dream, no?
His gaze lowers from Six's eyes, hard as it is because they are a beautiful sight. Yet something else grabs Sunday's attention. Those lips of his. Does he want a kiss? Perhaps that would make his wounds feel better. He swallows dryly, leaning closer and tilting his head and barely letting his words skirt over his lips. )
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It is a dream, yes. This almost feels like a part of my home.
( Part of it is comforting, knowing this isn't reality - and perhaps if they stay here, Sunday could learn and master the threads that make this place come together. He could rebuild the sweet dream, no?
His gaze lowers from Six's eyes, hard as it is because they are a beautiful sight. Yet something else grabs Sunday's attention. Those lips of his. Does he want a kiss? Perhaps that would make his wounds feel better. He swallows dryly, leaning closer and tilting his head and barely letting his words skirt over his lips. )
What if I don't want to wake up?