[ The two figures they encounter appear to be minding themselves-- rather, each other-- and Somnus would have been content to leave them at that, if not for something strangely peculiar about the scene. It is a man and a woman, seated upon a grassy, flowery patch within the garden, with willows framing the hedges around them. That isn't so odd, but what is is that the woman is wearing a familiar pleated skirt he's seen before, and the man's garb is something far too familiar.
As his mind races to slot the pieces together, as he leans closer, eyes narrowing as if he could discern exactly why it is familiar, the scene continues.
It is one that is undoubtedly meant to be private by the way the man's hand raises up to adjust a wave of the woman's hair over her ear. They are gazing at each other as if they exchange words no one else can understand, but instead of his hand dropping and creating distance between them, the man's palm lingers upon the woman's cheek as if he holds something fragile. But the woman... she tilts her head up towards him, her fingers curling delicately over the hand at her cheek, encouraging and gentle. A few moments of silence pass, then the two appear to move at once, coming together to steal a taste of the other in a slow, tentative kiss. It is one that soon parts but has them linger close to each other's lips, breathless, before returning for another.
...
And then it clicks: this is them. This is them as they were on that spring day, only imagined to be something more intimate. ]
Alchemist...
[ His voice is oddly tighter in his throat as he addresses her. ]
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As his mind races to slot the pieces together, as he leans closer, eyes narrowing as if he could discern exactly why it is familiar, the scene continues.
It is one that is undoubtedly meant to be private by the way the man's hand raises up to adjust a wave of the woman's hair over her ear. They are gazing at each other as if they exchange words no one else can understand, but instead of his hand dropping and creating distance between them, the man's palm lingers upon the woman's cheek as if he holds something fragile. But the woman... she tilts her head up towards him, her fingers curling delicately over the hand at her cheek, encouraging and gentle. A few moments of silence pass, then the two appear to move at once, coming together to steal a taste of the other in a slow, tentative kiss. It is one that soon parts but has them linger close to each other's lips, breathless, before returning for another.
...
And then it clicks: this is them. This is them as they were on that spring day, only imagined to be something more intimate. ]
Alchemist...
[ His voice is oddly tighter in his throat as he addresses her. ]