[Lost, not gone. Just lost. There were no phantom pains, they were real pains his soul mate was actually suffering but for whatever reason wasn't able to come to their space, this space that is cold and unwelcoming in its disuse. The touch grounds him as he tires to fight through this moment in time, to be present with his soulmate, yet it all feels like a nightmare, like a fever that is fogging his mind and making him feel crazy.
Still, his eyes open again to look at his flame, to look upon this handsome man and he wants to ask why but he felt the pang of panic that wasn't his, even in his own panic he can feel his soul mates. It seems that to ask "why" right now would only further ruin this moment even if he wants to know -- wants to demand to know.]
You never came here.. I was told by clerics that the distress I was feeling were Phantom pains, that you were dead, that-- [That he was clinging to a ghost and hurting himself.]
I.. [He reaches out a careful hand to touch the side of Caleb's face, so gentle and hesitant, like he was an illusion that would shatter, like he expected Caleb to vanish.]
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Date: 2023-06-02 10:58 pm (UTC)Still, his eyes open again to look at his flame, to look upon this handsome man and he wants to ask why but he felt the pang of panic that wasn't his, even in his own panic he can feel his soul mates. It seems that to ask "why" right now would only further ruin this moment even if he wants to know -- wants to demand to know.]
You never came here.. I was told by clerics that the distress I was feeling were Phantom pains, that you were dead, that-- [That he was clinging to a ghost and hurting himself.]
I.. [He reaches out a careful hand to touch the side of Caleb's face, so gentle and hesitant, like he was an illusion that would shatter, like he expected Caleb to vanish.]