[ All he does is need to ask, and after a brief pause, she takes her hand off of his chest to instead lightly clasp her palm around his. Then, she guides the tips of his fingers to press lightly upon the crystal set there. The glow, rich but neutral, vibrant but heatless, dominates....
It will be like all the other times he's entered before, a brief taking of consciousness, then him awakening to a realm of indiscernible time, late spring and early summer indistinguishable from each other, soft grass and white weed-flowers beneath, and clear, cloudless skies above. Eternal, preserved, and constant, and unaffected by all else: this is the memory of Elysium, where only souls might enter.
A gentle breeze, its kiss upon his cheek warm, may tickle him to wakefulness. Or maybe it's familiar fingers dusting at his bangs, brushing them back, that will rouse him. Regardless, he'll see the singular tree, full of ripe leaves and life, upon the hill above them and her smiling down at him. The bell tolls solemnly in the distance, the only mark of time passing at all.
But they are not pressed for time.
Here, it is peaceful, and that peace is unwavering. If she can bring just a moment of its peace to him... Well, he's here.
While his head is in her lap, her palm still remains upon his chest. ] One more time.
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It will be like all the other times he's entered before, a brief taking of consciousness, then him awakening to a realm of indiscernible time, late spring and early summer indistinguishable from each other, soft grass and white weed-flowers beneath, and clear, cloudless skies above. Eternal, preserved, and constant, and unaffected by all else: this is the memory of Elysium, where only souls might enter.
A gentle breeze, its kiss upon his cheek warm, may tickle him to wakefulness. Or maybe it's familiar fingers dusting at his bangs, brushing them back, that will rouse him. Regardless, he'll see the singular tree, full of ripe leaves and life, upon the hill above them and her smiling down at him. The bell tolls solemnly in the distance, the only mark of time passing at all.
But they are not pressed for time.
Here, it is peaceful, and that peace is unwavering. If she can bring just a moment of its peace to him... Well, he's here.
While his head is in her lap, her palm still remains upon his chest. ] One more time.