[It takes a moment for him to parse the music in his mind, passed between their lips to spark those light places in his memory. In return he offers a vision of brightly colored flowers fussed into place by long, pale fingers. While Markus finds contentment in the sounds of his former life, Simon immerses himself in the simple beauty of a fresh bouquet and a home freshly cleaned and arranged just so. In sunlight and birdsong.
They're of the same mind in that moment; no matter where they are in reality, they could build these perfect moments for themselves, just for a little while.]
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They're of the same mind in that moment; no matter where they are in reality, they could build these perfect moments for themselves, just for a little while.]