"Oh." It's a breath behind the mask, and it's a prayer, and it's a smile.
She can understand this. This is what her body always wants to do, and what she keeps it from doing.
You close your eyes and you let go and you fade, to colors and mist and shapes and just barely solid at all, and then you open your eyes.
And it's just a moment, and it's perfect, to get from heavy and clunky and solid to this state that's so scary and so right.
It's just as easy as ever to hug Dream, though, tightly, with a wide smile. She can't quite talk, not like this, but that doesn't matter with her uncle.
He hugs her in return, and kisses her hair before turning her loose to lose herself in the dance for as long as she wants.
Little versions of the beings use the hems of Dream's robes (or the folds in his "wings") to play peek-a-boo with Kitty, in flips and turns in the air.
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She can understand this. This is what her body always wants to do, and what she keeps it from doing.
You close your eyes and you let go and you fade, to colors and mist and shapes and just barely solid at all, and then you open your eyes.
And it's just a moment, and it's perfect, to get from heavy and clunky and solid to this state that's so scary and so right.
It's just as easy as ever to hug Dream, though, tightly, with a wide smile. She can't quite talk, not like this, but that doesn't matter with her uncle.
"Thank you."
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He hugs her in return, and kisses her hair before turning her loose to lose herself in the dance for as long as she wants.
Little versions of the beings use the hems of Dream's robes (or the folds in his "wings") to play peek-a-boo with Kitty, in flips and turns in the air.
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One two three, one two three.
She doesn't quite know their dance, and they don't know hers, but they manage to find something in between.
One
(Edmund's back to her, tense)
two
(the school filled with refugees and soldiers)
three
(peace)
and she smiles and laughs without a sound.
Heaven has to be like this. She's more there one moment and less the next, and it's perfect.
Every moment she's not phased she feels heavy. Solids are limiting.
This is like the world's slid off her back, and she twirls and dips and bends and all of it--life and love and worry and fear--fades away.
There is the dance.
There are her partners.
There is Kitty.
And it's all that matters for the moment.
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Beings swirl around him, communicating silently, and he grants what he may grant and explains what he may explain, and mostly?
Mostly he watches Kitty, because she is his niece and she is beautiful when she smiles.
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