[ Matt meant should I think about you, but he decides not to press the point. Tezcatlipoca's answer is interesting and informative. And regardless of what Matt should or shouldn't do, it's hard not to think about someone while you're touching them. It's hard, in fact, to think properly about anything else.
(All the time in the world, huh.
It sounds comforting coming from Tezcatlipoca. On the other hand, how much time is there left in the world?)
Matt means not to close his eyes through the process. But before he can think about it, he's blinking them open onto bright sunshine. People, all kinds of people, hurrying to and fro like they didn't just claw their way up from the earth. Like the world didn't just end, after all. The scent of the ocean swirls around him on a gentle breeze.
Matt's fingers, smooth from regular moisturizing and utterly uncalloused, are still wrapped around Tezcatlipoca's as his gaze sweeps around. The architecture looks somewhat familiar, warm-hued buildings with windows that gaze down like friendly eyes. Matt's gaze is drawn inevitably, however, to the most commanding point of skyline: an edifice of towering marble and gold, and branching from it--incredibly--a tree. ]
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(All the time in the world, huh.
It sounds comforting coming from Tezcatlipoca. On the other hand, how much time is there left in the world?)
Matt means not to close his eyes through the process. But before he can think about it, he's blinking them open onto bright sunshine. People, all kinds of people, hurrying to and fro like they didn't just claw their way up from the earth. Like the world didn't just end, after all. The scent of the ocean swirls around him on a gentle breeze.
Matt's fingers, smooth from regular moisturizing and utterly uncalloused, are still wrapped around Tezcatlipoca's as his gaze sweeps around. The architecture looks somewhat familiar, warm-hued buildings with windows that gaze down like friendly eyes. Matt's gaze is drawn inevitably, however, to the most commanding point of skyline: an edifice of towering marble and gold, and branching from it--incredibly--a tree. ]
Whoa.