✴ — the gilded phoenix's Links
"Yours is the face I see at night..." Mir's eyes are shut tight, their voice soft and breathy in the dark — trying to block out the world, and imagine what little glimpses of him they've seen in restful, restless sleep. "It's you, in my most lovely, pleasant dreams... in my most painful nightmares... in memories I don't remember having."
There's no one there to hear them. A shudder runs through their body, the way it often does when they try their hardest to piece together the visage of the figure in their mind.
"If I only knew who you were... I'm so convinced it must be you, out there, calling to me..."