eternally yours in the understanding you'll never be mine,

The world shifted. Maybe not in body, because the man slept soundlessly beneath the sun, soothed by the ray's caress, but in mind. There were many things Tamir prided himself on, but a strong mind was not one. He was too easily swept beneath the rug, pulled within the confines of a dimly lit path of his past, and forced to reconcile with the memories he couldn't—and shouldn't—remember. The light of reality was beyond what he could reach, and the fear of what always lay ahead faltered his steps.

Tamir was a man that could dwell within his dreams for eons, find the least broken parts of himself and hold onto them in the face of brandishing all other pieces away. In his dreams, he could be the perfect man. A man of faith. A man of love. A man of kindness. And even in the midst of his desire to be all those things, the threat of being everything else lay alongside it. A choice to be made with no help, no information, no hope. Just as easily could he become everything he's tried so incredibly hard to overcome. A pathetic excuse of space with a desire to make everyone else miserable in the presence of his own pain.

And suddenly he wasn't faltering, he was being pushed. His claws burned as they went against the force, and his back braced with the strength of it. He wasn't given a choice, he was being forced. Forced to dive within the reality of his dreams, forced to deal with things he wasn't ready for, forced to sleep and succumb to it all in the first place.

The thump of his body against the terrain sounded a lot lighter than it felt, his teeth shaking with the force as his chin collided with something solid. And he laid there, prone, with his eyes closed in preparation for all that he'd have to drag himself through.

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He was lost.

Amidst the skies where the world was darkest, and beyond the cosmos that kissed his skin. He was trapped, dazed, utterly devoid of any comprehension that could pull him back home. A home...he did not have. A home he'd lost. A home that'd been taken from him. To fight was to fall, to drift back down to the ground in the form of something burning—something wrong. And again, he would find himself alone, but walking the ground instead. For some reason, some illogical reason, that bothered him more now—that he was alone, lost. Like he was not used to it, like it was not meant for him anymore.

Illogical because that was all he ever was. Even in the presence of his brothers, his sister, his parents, Savan, he was alone. Alone in his own head, alone in the world, alone even with himself—his shadows still had not returned, had not mingled with his pelt since he found himself here again. In the grand scheme of the world, in a sky full of stars yearning to touch him—he was alone. Stuck forever in place, thinking forever of one thing, tasting only a scent he couldn't remember.

A feeling, a yearning, a hope for happiness—he'd had it. So where had it gone?

He'd fallen, pushed, and Tamir had remained immobile. He was pushed from the stars, pushed through the tunnels, pushed - pushed - pushed. And he was withdrawn, his mind tried. He had no will left, no energy to find the strength to open his eyes, to move. What would await him when he did? A dream he didn't want, a nightmare he wished to forget? He wished for anything else. Anything.

A voice then. Feminine, pretty, cooing to him against the soft chatter of wherever he'd landed. It stoked something familiar in him, coiling his stomach tight as her drawl took its time to leave his head. And then his eyes were opening, forced by the hand soothing him within her voice. He wished to see her—whoever she was.

She was there. A stranger wrapped in all the cloths of familiarity, standing on the opposite side of a broken bridge within his mind—forgotten, forgetting.

As if remembering she'd asked him a question, Tamir chuffed lowly as he shifted. “Daor.” — No. But perhaps he was, because seeing her broke something inside him. Something he thought already to be broken. His attention fled from her despite the yearning that drew his chin back—to look, to smell, to bask in her starlit gaze.

“Where?” He asked quietly as he pulled himself into a sit, eyes roving across the vibrantly dotted terrain. It compelled him to look to her again, threaded silk meeting skylit blue. She was breathtaking, the epitome of a star-consumed sky at the cusp of dawn. A scent, warm and compelling, swept towards him, and the man found himself relaxing as he awaited her answer. Her guidance. Her teachings.

What could she tell him?

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