anon lived in the times of old, days spent in the arms of another
was their name Reynault, or Racspr? Wiki or Kitsy? Or was the name something else entirely.
It felt so real, the trials that led to love, but it couldn't last, could it.
with a gasp he woke up, to a life on the surface, separated from his love not by distance, but time and memory. He stumbled into the living room, flicking on the television. That's right, it's not then, but now. He must have had these strange dreams because of the commotion.
A whole race of monstrous beings freed from Mt. Ebott just the other day. It's no surpise that would give him these flights of fancy.
he sat at the table with the news droning on in the background.
repeating those words in his head as his hands shook, and something fell from his eyes.
flights of fancy, nothing more.
but he couldn't stop the feeling, that he'd never see them again.