[ At the start of the memory, Phos keeps their annoying hold on Cairngorm, even as the scene begins to unfold— blanketed in the familiar white silence that belongs to winter, they recognize their room immediately. It's only once they realize what this memory is of that causes them go completely still, not knowing but understanding that it's their own unconscious body laid out under that sheet.
When the Cairngorm in this memory begins to speak, Phos' own body aches with assortment of different sensations. The overwhelming exhaustion of winter duty weighs heavier than they remember, and despite the secondhand tension keeping their shoulders taut with what can only be Cairngorm's own strain, Phos can feel their arms begin to sag.
"I'll see you in the evening."
They're hanging onto every word, stricken by the softness of them, and when the memory dissipates and takes those feelings with it, Phos has to blink a few times to make sure it's reality they're seeing around them again. ]
..Every day?
[ There's so much racing through their mind, but it's the first thing they can think to ask, ignoring Cairngorm's own complaints. Slowly, they separate themself from the stiffness of their frame, focusing on their face in search of an explanation they know they'll have to drag out of their partner. ]
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When the Cairngorm in this memory begins to speak, Phos' own body aches with assortment of different sensations. The overwhelming exhaustion of winter duty weighs heavier than they remember, and despite the secondhand tension keeping their shoulders taut with what can only be Cairngorm's own strain, Phos can feel their arms begin to sag.
"I'll see you in the evening."
They're hanging onto every word, stricken by the softness of them, and when the memory dissipates and takes those feelings with it, Phos has to blink a few times to make sure it's reality they're seeing around them again. ]
..Every day?
[ There's so much racing through their mind, but it's the first thing they can think to ask, ignoring Cairngorm's own complaints. Slowly, they separate themself from the stiffness of their frame, focusing on their face in search of an explanation they know they'll have to drag out of their partner. ]