When Jesus holds tighter to his hand, he lets him and even brings his other hand up to cover over the other man's entirely. He stays there — crouched — looking up to him and just being there with him. Right here. Right now. Like this.
"I think it's just easier to pretend it never happened. Even if you remember it — remember bits of it." It's what he's done with his own so-called death here, but. It's different when you apparently come back to life in this place. Where Jesus comes from — where he himself comes from? Death is a little more permanent and not exactly temporary.
A brush of his thumb over that ring he wears, a small spark ignites and he wraps a crackling flame around their hands and along Jesus' wrist, warm and soft to the touch. "You're here right now. In this apartment. Drawing some masterpiece of a sketch of me." Smile just barely there on his lips, he watches Jesus, still keeping that warm flame around their hands and wrists. "Wherever here is, you're here. And I'm here with you."
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Date: 2022-12-09 12:11 am (UTC)"I think it's just easier to pretend it never happened. Even if you remember it — remember bits of it." It's what he's done with his own so-called death here, but. It's different when you apparently come back to life in this place. Where Jesus comes from — where he himself comes from? Death is a little more permanent and not exactly temporary.
A brush of his thumb over that ring he wears, a small spark ignites and he wraps a crackling flame around their hands and along Jesus' wrist, warm and soft to the touch. "You're here right now. In this apartment. Drawing some masterpiece of a sketch of me." Smile just barely there on his lips, he watches Jesus, still keeping that warm flame around their hands and wrists. "Wherever here is, you're here. And I'm here with you."