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[unlucky_blood]

There’s something wrong here, something annoyingly familiar and yet still so very wrong. His brother is going yet again, no longer by his side and muttering about something that is far too high over Kamui’s head to understand. The world is different, suddenly so as though he’s taken a wrong turn at a rip in the dimensions

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[bloodseal_soul]

He's not sure how long he's been here, or how long he's been dreaming-but-not. It reminds him far too much of what it was like to wander through his own mind in the dreamscape, but he's becoming much more fond of reality these days, even if it's scarier. At least he knows what to expect most of the time.

Right now he's sitting, tired, eyes closed, leaning back against something, hair covering his face.

That's when he hears the footsteps. He bolts to his feet, heading towards them -- only to have his eyes widen as he spots that familiar cloak, a familiar downward turn of lips, violet eyes.

"Kamui...?"

[unlucky_blood]

Breathing, that’s the first thing he hears, the breath of another living being. That alone is enough to raise his hopes, maybe it’s his brother, and maybe things are still okay. The close he gets to the sound though, the more that little hope is pushed away. The pattern is wrong, Subaru wouldn’t breathe like that, the heart beat soon reaching his ears is too fast for his brother. Yet, he recognises that sound all too well.

Where does he know it fr-

Before he even had a chance to finish his own question the answer was before him. The vampire slowed his pace to stand a short distance from this other figure. Eyes glancing over this boy he thought he’d never see again, not this version, not the very one he’d come to know and be known by. Yet here that very boy is, standing in front of his, staring back with a look he’s sure to be copying.

“Alphonse?”

[bloodseal_soul]

As soon as Kamui says his name, a breath of joy and relief floods through him, and he can barely see. He just stands there, trembling, just feet from him. He's afraid he'll disappear, so he raises a hand, coming into contact with the softness of his cheek.

It's almost like a physical jolt. "Kamui," he breathes, almost like he's afraid to believe it. Then, before he can think about it, he's throwing his arms around his neck, almost shaking.

"... thought you were gone."

[unlucky_blood]

The vampire closes his eyes briefly when he feels that hand on his skin; the feeling from that simple action is achingly bittersweet. Since he left he could remember every little detail, his first and second times in that world merged together. A timeline with a missing week, days which could easily be explained away by sleeping if he wished to believe that both times he was the same in continuation