"Without dreams?" He says, half smiling when his eyes open and he turns his face toward her. "Might be easier for you. I can't stay waking forever, and I'd hate to disturb you when I wake."
Which he will, he always does. He knows it well enough to be honest, caught between wings and gently lifting lungs, with the winds howling outside and the cold slipping closer, nipping at whatever it may find.
"Unless you sleep as soundly as Lan Zhan does, in which case: the company, please."
There are no solutions, only stop-gaps before the next night, the next day, the enduring persistence of a universe that will move forward, expansive, until it consumes itself, if it ever does.
To be small in the face of a vastness that extends beyond all their selves, their worlds, their anythings. And to be infinitely treasured, each moment lived, for existing, for having been present at all.
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Which he will, he always does. He knows it well enough to be honest, caught between wings and gently lifting lungs, with the winds howling outside and the cold slipping closer, nipping at whatever it may find.
"Unless you sleep as soundly as Lan Zhan does, in which case: the company, please."
There are no solutions, only stop-gaps before the next night, the next day, the enduring persistence of a universe that will move forward, expansive, until it consumes itself, if it ever does.
To be small in the face of a vastness that extends beyond all their selves, their worlds, their anythings. And to be infinitely treasured, each moment lived, for existing, for having been present at all.