[The dreams are unfamiliar, and dreadfully confusing. He's her, but he isn't, all at once. He sees what she saw, feels what she felt--but what is a family? What is this sort of love? It doesn't make any sense--and it hurts, on top of that.
Helplessness against loss, though... that much he intimately understands. But comprehension, it seems, doesn't make the pain any easier to bear. If anything, this strange form of love makes it even worse.
It's her voice that rouses him, and he jerks into consciousness without realizing his hand is already on his vessel. He sits up, and nearly overbalances, half-expecting the weight of all of that magical hair--he catches himself at the last moment, but he still looks a little disoriented when he looks at her.]
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Helplessness against loss, though... that much he intimately understands. But comprehension, it seems, doesn't make the pain any easier to bear. If anything, this strange form of love makes it even worse.
It's her voice that rouses him, and he jerks into consciousness without realizing his hand is already on his vessel. He sits up, and nearly overbalances, half-expecting the weight of all of that magical hair--he catches himself at the last moment, but he still looks a little disoriented when he looks at her.]
Eh-- Rapunzel-kun? What...?