Maybe this is some sort of hallucination after all, Inigo thinks. The most powerful form of wishful thinking. Him wishing that Tidus was here with him so bad that he's conjured up a version of Tidus that's immediately there, immediately doing absolutely everything to comfort him - including this. The deep desperate kiss, and then the soft kisses pressed against his lips, a way to tell him that he's okay for now.
It feels unreal. But even as they pull away, Inigo doesn't feel like he's waking up, or snapping out of some dream. When he opens his eyes, Tidus is still right there with him, and they're still right where Inigo as a moment ago. Still in that wasteland, right outside of the distortion that awoke every single traumatic memory within him.
At first he doesn't speak. He doesn't even move. He just passively accepts the kisses pressed against his mouth by the other, his brain slowly trying to process everything.
Slowly trying to calm down.
"Can we.." He finally starts. His voice sounds a little raw, like he has either used it too much or not enough. "Can we go.. somewhere else?"
Since apparently the fact that he doesn't have to keep going seems to have gotten through to him enough to not immediately want to dive back into that hellscape of a distortion.
And if he doesn't have to, if it's really okay for him to take a break, then.. then he'd rather do it anywhere else but right next to the distortion. Even if it's not visible, it still feels like it threatens to swallow him whole any moment now.
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It feels unreal. But even as they pull away, Inigo doesn't feel like he's waking up, or snapping out of some dream. When he opens his eyes, Tidus is still right there with him, and they're still right where Inigo as a moment ago. Still in that wasteland, right outside of the distortion that awoke every single traumatic memory within him.
At first he doesn't speak. He doesn't even move. He just passively accepts the kisses pressed against his mouth by the other, his brain slowly trying to process everything.
Slowly trying to calm down.
"Can we.." He finally starts. His voice sounds a little raw, like he has either used it too much or not enough. "Can we go.. somewhere else?"
Since apparently the fact that he doesn't have to keep going seems to have gotten through to him enough to not immediately want to dive back into that hellscape of a distortion.
And if he doesn't have to, if it's really okay for him to take a break, then.. then he'd rather do it anywhere else but right next to the distortion. Even if it's not visible, it still feels like it threatens to swallow him whole any moment now.