[The flinch was palpable in their close space. The ripples of it stung at Oscar's lack-of-body, as if a coldblood lance had been thrust forth. It was an icy burn, with hoarfrost rippling like lightning on his non-existant nerves that only reignited an old fear:
That of rejection when someone finally understood his truth.
Pulling himself inward on reflex, he wondered how it was that Ozpin had secreted himself away in their shared space for months.
Unwittingly, an image was shared-- that of the painted dawn above the tundra, the warmth of the hues distracting from the icy winds that tore at his clothes while he plummeted through the sky.]
no subject
That of rejection when someone finally understood his truth.
Pulling himself inward on reflex, he wondered how it was that Ozpin had secreted himself away in their shared space for months.
Unwittingly, an image was shared-- that of the painted dawn above the tundra, the warmth of the hues distracting from the icy winds that tore at his clothes while he plummeted through the sky.]
One day.
[He confirmed quietly.]
That's how it was in the Dream.
...I'll be out of your way soon.