[ He wasn't awake until a bit before noon. He should have been awake earlier. Should have seen the Dreamberry glow with an update. Should have heard the footsteps in the cottage, and most definitely should have heard the door open, but more importantly close.
And the time of the dream causes his throat to tighten more than it already has, if at all possible. One hand is holding the Dreamberry while the other flirts over his chest, fingertips gliding over smooth material, where just beneath, the seal rests. It's not a quarter of a way turned, and yet ...
His finger has been hesitating over the 'call' button for a good ten minutes. His expression is a bit void, and just before finally pressing the button, opts for the cancellation of video. And he waits for it to connect...because it almost always does immediately even without consent of the other party. ]
[By the time the call comes through, even the starkest images from the dream have been dampened by daylight, slowly fading away as they always eventually do each time this particular scene chooses to play out in his mind.
And yet he is still out here. At first there had been no question that leaving was the correct thing to do - he tries to avoid smoking inside the cottage, after all. And then the day stetched on and the sun crept higher, and even now he can't turn his feet back towards the little home they have made. Can't sort the words out in his mind for the conversations that are bound to be had. He stays outside, running away until someone finally calls him to heel. Oz was right. He is still Gilbert. Still a useless child-
It is almost a relief when the Dreamberry finally quivers in the pocket it had faithfully made its way back to. Self-recrimination overcomes hesitation as he sweeps the cigarette from his mouth and raises the Dreamberry to his ear.]
[ He's suddenly extremely glad he had changed it to only voice at the last moment, mainly because he doesn't want to fake smiles right now. He winces, just a bit, at the answer he gets, but it's not like anyone can see it right now. ]
[ He's resisting the urge to wonder just what Gilbert is sorry about, and yet he was the reason for the dream, wasn't he? So maybe he does have the right to feel guilty -- he's been quiet for a bit too long ... maybe he needs to have this talk after all ]
[He chokes it off, because he didn't mean to raise his voice. Oz doesn't deserve to be shouted at. But how can the boy... Gil's not the one in danger, not the one with a deadly seal attached to him - and even if it hasn't moved here, it's still a waiting danger. Who's to say it won't start? Who's to say that the delay here doesn't simply mean a larger leap than usual is on the horizon? Who's to say that the Oz back home isn't...isn't already...]
[He pauses for a moment after seeing the dream. He had always known that Gilbert would have these fears, of course, but seeing them in this form would take some getting used to. Still...]
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And the time of the dream causes his throat to tighten more than it already has, if at all possible. One hand is holding the Dreamberry while the other flirts over his chest, fingertips gliding over smooth material, where just beneath, the seal rests. It's not a quarter of a way turned, and yet ...
His finger has been hesitating over the 'call' button for a good ten minutes. His expression is a bit void, and just before finally pressing the button, opts for the cancellation of video. And he waits for it to connect...because it almost always does immediately even without consent of the other party. ]
...Gil?
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And yet he is still out here. At first there had been no question that leaving was the correct thing to do - he tries to avoid smoking inside the cottage, after all. And then the day stetched on and the sun crept higher, and even now he can't turn his feet back towards the little home they have made. Can't sort the words out in his mind for the conversations that are bound to be had. He stays outside, running away until someone finally calls him to heel. Oz was right. He is still Gilbert. Still a useless child-
It is almost a relief when the Dreamberry finally quivers in the pocket it had faithfully made its way back to. Self-recrimination overcomes hesitation as he sweeps the cigarette from his mouth and raises the Dreamberry to his ear.]
I'm sorry.
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[ He's resisting the urge to wonder just what Gilbert is sorry about, and yet he was the reason for the dream, wasn't he? So maybe he does have the right to feel guilty -- he's been quiet for a bit too long ... maybe he needs to have this talk after all ]
...Are you okay?
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[He chokes it off, because he didn't mean to raise his voice. Oz doesn't deserve to be shouted at. But how can the boy... Gil's not the one in danger, not the one with a deadly seal attached to him - and even if it hasn't moved here, it's still a waiting danger. Who's to say it won't start? Who's to say that the delay here doesn't simply mean a larger leap than usual is on the horizon? Who's to say that the Oz back home isn't...isn't already...]
You shouldn't be worrying about me.
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Worried, are we, Gilbert?
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Are you going to tell me I shouldn't be?
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... Wait, that's...
Oz?!
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[It's far sharper than is polite, but he's not particularly in the mood to be regretful.]
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[She's not particularly big on the politeness, because being tactless and blunt is definitely the way to go. :/b]
On his chest, the clock. What the hell is that clock supposed to mean?
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You're the one who's calling me-
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Did this really happen?
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Sorry, you don't have to answer that.
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