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« I am thinking of you. I love you, play. » ([personal profile] solosection) wrote2030-07-27 04:14 pm
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[personal profile] factuallysatan 2021-08-03 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That's probably an even better question, isn't it, whether you'll know how to proceed from there, from the earth-shattering realisation that up is down, down is up. He looks at Elio for a long moment, feeling him press back against his knee, the two of them nearly face to face like this, closer in the darkness than the mere physical distance could imply. He can't remember what it felt like, falling. Or landing. It's ancient, over and done with (but obviously, he knows, even if he won't remember) and the thought makes him draw back, as if distancing himself from the idea, the implications.

He smiles, widely and friendly and maybe a little off. Like someone who's not quite here, even though he's got absolutely nowhere else to go, caught between Heaven and Hell as he is, willfully, happily. It's fine like this. He's landed but in motion, still. ]


I really couldn't tell you.

[ With that, he pats Elio's knees lightly, feeling the warmth of him beneath his fingertips. His gaze flitters sideways as he leaves his empty glass on the counter and gets to his feet. The blonde's somewhere out there, blending in with the searching lights and he'll probably look her up then, yes, he probably should.

He doesn't think about loneliness because he's too busy countering it to take the bloody time.

And he leaves Elio behind without a backwards glance. ]