[Knee against knee is fine. That's...genuinely fine, there's no charged emotion in the knees. So Aluard breathes in.
Breathes out.
And while he'd normally awaken in his own domain, all of a cold, November day, he doesn't rush it this time. He imagines a long, winding spool of thread. Tries to see Sypha at the other end, and the both of them journeying on towards a big, empty space.]
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[Knee against knee is fine. That's...genuinely fine, there's no charged emotion in the knees. So Aluard breathes in.
Breathes out.
And while he'd normally awaken in his own domain, all of a cold, November day, he doesn't rush it this time. He imagines a long, winding spool of thread. Tries to see Sypha at the other end, and the both of them journeying on towards a big, empty space.]