Title: Close

Words: 132

Characters: Gilbert Nightray and Oz Vessalius


No two realms in such close proximity could contrast each other any more than the cold and screaming storm that beats relentlessly upon the windows; those frail barriers of transparency that shield them, tucking them inside the warm embrace of the hearth room beside a glowing fire.

Oz is resting beside Gil on the couch, wrapped up in that dark coat and its sweet, smoky undertones to the scent of coffee and baked goods. His shoulder serves as a pillow for that golden halo, his own matching vision gazing upon Oz's peaceful expression, lips parted slightly to let the sleep-evened breaths pass. The smallest movement implies a name murmured, echoing forth to this world from the furthest reaches of a dream, and Gil's own curve up softly in a smile.

"I'm here."