No matter how detailed a dream, even in this place, there was one thing his dreams could never truly replicated with convincing detail - and that, for Yuui, was the warmth of touch.
And in that, now, there was no mistake.
Which was why his breath caught at the sound of that unmistakable voice and his own hand turned to catch the delicate fingers in his own before his eyes blinked open slowly to see his twin's upturned face and impossibly wide cerulean eyes staring up at him.
Yet even with this undeniable proof before him, winged brows furrowed in confusion as his eyes - both of them again - darted back and forth between his brother's. "...Fai? I'm not - not dreaming again, am I?"
Because it wouldn't be the first time the Weavers played so cruelly with his reality in this place.
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Date: 2013-01-27 05:35 am (UTC)And in that, now, there was no mistake.
Which was why his breath caught at the sound of that unmistakable voice and his own hand turned to catch the delicate fingers in his own before his eyes blinked open slowly to see his twin's upturned face and impossibly wide cerulean eyes staring up at him.
Yet even with this undeniable proof before him, winged brows furrowed in confusion as his eyes - both of them again - darted back and forth between his brother's. "...Fai? I'm not - not dreaming again, am I?"
Because it wouldn't be the first time the Weavers played so cruelly with his reality in this place.