Re: Lakeside night: Seven/Liam
There was no real explanation for how it happened, but one moment, Seven was alone in his dream, and the next Liam had joined him. He looked around at the stacks of paper that towered nearby, threatening to topple at any moment, and then he turned to find Seven there as well. It was a disorienting feeling, being here and there, the feel of Seven's forehead beneath his hand, sitting and standing in the same breath. But anymore, he wasn't one to reject any sort of good luck that found its way to him. Maybe this was Seven's dream. Maybe it was simply a hallucination, a dream of the dead.
Whatever it was, he didn't want it to end.
"Seven?"
His voice was clear, that sweet Southern drawl pulling out the vowels of the other man's name in a way that hadn't been heard for months upon months.