[Lycka's silhouette recalls the last dreams for Paul, the harbingers of the destruction that brought this storm upon them. He traces her cutting through the waves and thinks of how she bore him up in water, pulled him time and again back through an open door to the waking world.
And Lazarus would be there waiting when he came through it.]
I trust you.
[It's a trust he's earned crouched at Paul's side, a pale gargoyle keeping watch over his nightmares and the things in them. He let Paul dive. Paul owes him the same. He curls his hands into fists over his knees, and braces for the plunge.]
Tell me when you find the door.
[He bows his head under the rain, his hair falling sodden across his pale blue gaze.]
no subject
And Lazarus would be there waiting when he came through it.]
I trust you.
[It's a trust he's earned crouched at Paul's side, a pale gargoyle keeping watch over his nightmares and the things in them. He let Paul dive. Paul owes him the same. He curls his hands into fists over his knees, and braces for the plunge.]
Tell me when you find the door.
[He bows his head under the rain, his hair falling sodden across his pale blue gaze.]
May you swim in strange waters.