[ His consciousness lays open to Nikolai almost entirely, weighs back on him fully, each the other's life support while they're remade--or while they peek over the edge of here (awake, alive, alight) down into there (the dark, the dark, the dark). Intimate and it's many uncomfortable little twists fit perfectly along the way Quentin understands death here.
[ The brush of Cesare's mouth over his ear, the slowing beat of Danny's pulse in his hand--the impressions etch around Alina, around the memory of his lips in the hollow of Nikolai's throat. Intimate. ]
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[ The brush of Cesare's mouth over his ear, the slowing beat of Danny's pulse in his hand--the impressions etch around Alina, around the memory of his lips in the hollow of Nikolai's throat. Intimate. ]
Yeah.
Do you think she's waiting for you?