[everything falls away into nothing and amaimon is left standing back in the real world, shredded grass blades and wildflowers littered around him. everything feels brighter and painfully in focus. whatever was going on inside his head - a whirlwind of emotions he can't even begin to pull apart and understand - he pushes down. just for now. just for this moment.
his brother is there again, but he's real and he's laughing and... and falling. amaimon thinks that if maybe he had been awake, if he hadn't fallen asleep again, maybe he could have stopped this from happening. maybe, maybe...
as he listens to samael break down from laughing into sobbing into nothing at all amaimon steps closer to him, completely silent. he stops right before him before falling to his knees and reaches out to press his palms to his brother's cheeks.]
Warm... [he says quietly, as if half expecting to feel him cold as death and something that could be relief strikes his chest like a pin.] You're warm.
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his brother is there again, but he's real and he's laughing and... and falling. amaimon thinks that if maybe he had been awake, if he hadn't fallen asleep again, maybe he could have stopped this from happening. maybe, maybe...
as he listens to samael break down from laughing into sobbing into nothing at all amaimon steps closer to him, completely silent. he stops right before him before falling to his knees and reaches out to press his palms to his brother's cheeks.]
Warm... [he says quietly, as if half expecting to feel him cold as death and something that could be relief strikes his chest like a pin.] You're warm.