October
It's a quiet consolation
A mistake that I don't mind
A mistake that I don't mind
You raise a brow at that, suddenly feeling as though your stomach has dropped and is now slithering toward your feet. "He..doesn't talk much about his upbringing." Trauma, Falke had said. But Outlanders had been appearing since the barrier went up. Was it impossible? 'And Remi doesn't..have any siblings?' Because if the answer was no, that would certainly put an end to things.
Your legs are long and you have to mentally check yourself back to Ronin's pace—not that you mind. "So this magic of yours. You can just...go into people's dreams? By touching them while you're both asleep?" Honestly, you're not sure what to make of that. You suppose it's nice, though. 'I'd be able to get so much more work done if I could keep working, even when I was asleep.' You say with a laugh, pushing open the door to the clinic. Of course you'd use the magic to do more work. What else is there?
The final door you open for Ronin leads to a room with soft blue lighting. The walls are padded to dampen sound, and the beds have monitoring devices and thick layers of memory foam. "Here, let me find you something to sleep in." You mumble as you nod your head toward the bed, setting off toward one of the cupboards where you hope to find a t-shirt and loose pants for the Star to sleep in.
Your legs are long and you have to mentally check yourself back to Ronin's pace—not that you mind. "So this magic of yours. You can just...go into people's dreams? By touching them while you're both asleep?" Honestly, you're not sure what to make of that. You suppose it's nice, though. 'I'd be able to get so much more work done if I could keep working, even when I was asleep.' You say with a laugh, pushing open the door to the clinic. Of course you'd use the magic to do more work. What else is there?
The final door you open for Ronin leads to a room with soft blue lighting. The walls are padded to dampen sound, and the beds have monitoring devices and thick layers of memory foam. "Here, let me find you something to sleep in." You mumble as you nod your head toward the bed, setting off toward one of the cupboards where you hope to find a t-shirt and loose pants for the Star to sleep in.
Maybe you'll meet me at the station
Or maybe somewhere down the line
Or maybe somewhere down the line
