（ time feels different in dreams, and so does silence. it seems like at eternity between the time the question is asked and the time he decides what he wants to say. day cycles to night within the dreamscape, the world is lit by the moons overhead.
vel is his best kept secret. of the people in his life now, only gal knows about her. there are a variety of reasons he doesn't want to tell aidan — because telling him she exists opens the door to why he can't see her, and that's still a raw, open wound in him. it isn't just the fact that his relationship with dass got so fucking twisted near the end, it's the fucking failure—
he knows how to lie just enough that aidan will believe him. knows how to get him to back off, too. if he snaps, he knows aidan will file it away and drop the subject. but telling him about the kestrel had been like the relief of putting a dislocation back into place, something settled and right.
his hair's the normal length here, he drags a hand through it. takes a breath, lets it out. makes the choice. ）
I've got a daughter. Little older than Rii, I guess.
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vel is his best kept secret. of the people in his life now, only gal knows about her. there are a variety of reasons he doesn't want to tell aidan — because telling him she exists opens the door to why he can't see her, and that's still a raw, open wound in him. it isn't just the fact that his relationship with dass got so fucking twisted near the end, it's the fucking failure—
he knows how to lie just enough that aidan will believe him. knows how to get him to back off, too. if he snaps, he knows aidan will file it away and drop the subject. but telling him about the kestrel had been like the relief of putting a dislocation back into place, something settled and right.
his hair's the normal length here, he drags a hand through it. takes a breath, lets it out. makes the choice. ）
I've got a daughter. Little older than Rii, I guess.