There’s a swirling, black cloud lingering in the bedroom and then on into their parlor. Neither of them are familiar this fresh round of nonsense given to them by the Aurora, or the Darkwalker, or whatever supernatural created had decided to toy with them this week, but surely Rama knows that he can’t hide what he’s feeling from Crozier. And even if they weren’t connected, Crozier knows him well enough to see when the man he loves is overburdened by something.
He follows him into the sitting room and lights a few of the lanterns, bringing one over to the fireplace to help Ram with the stoking of the flames.
“What was the dream?” he presses, careful with his tone. Almost innocent in his ask, worried he might frighten Ram away like a skittish deer.
There’s something troubling him, something heavy and ever-present like a shadow. Something that even if Rama were to talk about it there may not be any catharsis, but he can’t pretend he doesn’t see it.
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There’s a swirling, black cloud lingering in the bedroom and then on into their parlor. Neither of them are familiar this fresh round of nonsense given to them by the Aurora, or the Darkwalker, or whatever supernatural created had decided to toy with them this week, but surely Rama knows that he can’t hide what he’s feeling from Crozier. And even if they weren’t connected, Crozier knows him well enough to see when the man he loves is overburdened by something.
He follows him into the sitting room and lights a few of the lanterns, bringing one over to the fireplace to help Ram with the stoking of the flames.
“What was the dream?” he presses, careful with his tone. Almost innocent in his ask, worried he might frighten Ram away like a skittish deer.
There’s something troubling him, something heavy and ever-present like a shadow. Something that even if Rama were to talk about it there may not be any catharsis, but he can’t pretend he doesn’t see it.