It felt deadly. Like I was drowning in it. Like-- fuck, I don't know.
[He drags a hand through his hair with a breathy exhale. There's an intimacy here, something vulnerable about Adam seeing him like this, knowing what it took to unmake him. Or so it felt, anyway. He picks up the things that Adam doesn't quite say- that Adam hasn't experienced this himself, but that he has a friend who has.
Then he asks if he's a dreamer, and Elijah bites his bottom lip, holds his breath for a moment. Because that word means something to Elijah. Means everything, almost. After a few heartbeats, he shakes his head slightly.]
I'm- a little weirder, I guess. I protect dreamers. I eat their nightmares. I try to keep their dreams clear so they don't have to worry about what they bring back.
[He flushes a little bit, shrugging his shoulders. He's never said it outloud like this, explained it to someone who hadn't seen what he was under this human skin that finally fit him inside and out. And that was only half the story. He looks at Adam, looks into his eyes, like he trying to judge him, but the truth is he already trusts him. But these are big secrets, dangerous ones.]
I know someone that's a dreamer.
[His friend that went to Harvard, of course, but he makes it vague in the same way that Adam had, because it wasn't his secret to tell. Even if part of him wanted to introduce them, wanted Aidan to have someone that understood even as he filled his days with literature classes.]
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[He drags a hand through his hair with a breathy exhale. There's an intimacy here, something vulnerable about Adam seeing him like this, knowing what it took to unmake him. Or so it felt, anyway. He picks up the things that Adam doesn't quite say- that Adam hasn't experienced this himself, but that he has a friend who has.
Then he asks if he's a dreamer, and Elijah bites his bottom lip, holds his breath for a moment. Because that word means something to Elijah. Means everything, almost. After a few heartbeats, he shakes his head slightly.]
I'm- a little weirder, I guess. I protect dreamers. I eat their nightmares. I try to keep their dreams clear so they don't have to worry about what they bring back.
[He flushes a little bit, shrugging his shoulders. He's never said it outloud like this, explained it to someone who hadn't seen what he was under this human skin that finally fit him inside and out. And that was only half the story. He looks at Adam, looks into his eyes, like he trying to judge him, but the truth is he already trusts him. But these are big secrets, dangerous ones.]
I know someone that's a dreamer.
[His friend that went to Harvard, of course, but he makes it vague in the same way that Adam had, because it wasn't his secret to tell. Even if part of him wanted to introduce them, wanted Aidan to have someone that understood even as he filled his days with literature classes.]