it’s hard, being alone — even though he’s spent so much of his life steeped in solitude. he’s gotten too used to having someone, to the comfort of daan’s presence. it’s fine. they both need the space, and he’d be back before he knew it. it was far from daan’s duty to babysit him.
when the door maneuvers open, cloud’s head jerks up. and then— the smell follows. rich, savory, umami—
he recognizes it well. it takes him to another time, long, long ago. memories of sitting at a small, wooden dinner table trickle into his consciousness. he sees her face — her smile, hears the lilt of her jovial voice, and he realizes— ]
…Daan?
[ he approaches gradually. cloud’s eyes are reminiscent of big, shining saucers, blues glittering beneath the halogen light of his room. he looks more like a kid than he does a man in this moment. ]
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it’s hard, being alone — even though he’s spent so much of his life steeped in solitude. he’s gotten too used to having someone,
to the comfort of daan’s presence. it’s fine. they both need the space, and he’d be back before he knew it. it was far from daan’s duty to babysit him.
when the door maneuvers open, cloud’s head jerks up. and then— the smell follows. rich, savory, umami—
he recognizes it well. it takes him to another time, long, long ago. memories of sitting at a small, wooden dinner table trickle into his consciousness. he sees her face — her smile, hears the lilt of her jovial voice, and he realizes— ]
…Daan?
[ he approaches gradually. cloud’s eyes are reminiscent of big, shining saucers, blues glittering beneath the halogen light of his room. he looks more like a kid than he does a man in this moment. ]
…Where’d you get this from?