[the touch of her hand on his arm seems to anchor him, his eyes catching hers again as he tries to swallow down his rising panic (ws 12).]
I... I don't know if I want to know. [his voice is a strained whisper, hoarse from trying to reign in his emotions. Blue eyes fall away from hers as shame begins to creep into them, turning their color a darker, bruise-like hue. He straightens, inhaling deeply as he tries to gather his tattered emotions.]
Where will you be, when I awaken? [surely she must be close to him, at least in the same Kingdom, to be in his dream as she is. Perhaps she would be willing to be there, when he woke, just so he would know that this wasn't merely a dream, some kind of reality for him to keep a hold of.]
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I... I don't know if I want to know. [his voice is a strained whisper, hoarse from trying to reign in his emotions. Blue eyes fall away from hers as shame begins to creep into them, turning their color a darker, bruise-like hue. He straightens, inhaling deeply as he tries to gather his tattered emotions.]
Where will you be, when I awaken? [surely she must be close to him, at least in the same Kingdom, to be in his dream as she is. Perhaps she would be willing to be there, when he woke, just so he would know that this wasn't merely a dream, some kind of reality for him to keep a hold of.]