[It's nothing like Kisa. She had carved new furrows into Richard's mind, forced open new doors, ruthlessly expanding his sight as she coiled through him. Whispers. Visions. Coaxing and pleading, promising, but never truly giving anything of herself. Her understanding was there, her love, but the connection between them only ever went one way.
This is different. Richard pulls Seth into him, and he falls into Seth at the same time. Mirrored. Mutual. It's like tipping into water and finding you could breathe it all along. Seth's thoughts rise and mix with his own as if they were always supposed to be there, the finishing pieces of broken sentences. Seth is the warmth of alcohol on his tongue, sunlight on his skin again; frustration, concern, agitation. Richard's hand lifts to the back of his neck, spread of his palm weighted to soothe, leaning in to rest their foreheads together.]
(Look.)
[What he'd been trying to show Seth has drifted, dissipated. Pushed aside. Now there's this, the merge and mix of them, pieces shifting, fitting together only to fall away and then rise again. Like the beat of a single heart. The inhale exhale of breath. Beautiful, his brother's words whispering from a lifetime ago, but neither of them could have ever imagined this.]
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This is different. Richard pulls Seth into him, and he falls into Seth at the same time. Mirrored. Mutual. It's like tipping into water and finding you could breathe it all along. Seth's thoughts rise and mix with his own as if they were always supposed to be there, the finishing pieces of broken sentences. Seth is the warmth of alcohol on his tongue, sunlight on his skin again; frustration, concern, agitation. Richard's hand lifts to the back of his neck, spread of his palm weighted to soothe, leaning in to rest their foreheads together.]
( Look. )
[What he'd been trying to show Seth has drifted, dissipated. Pushed aside. Now there's this, the merge and mix of them, pieces shifting, fitting together only to fall away and then rise again. Like the beat of a single heart. The inhale exhale of breath. Beautiful, his brother's words whispering from a lifetime ago, but neither of them could have ever imagined this.]