🧠 (( from syd, obviously !! ))
send me a 🧠 for a telepathic vibe check !! // accepting ♥
it’s such a privilege every time syd lets him in. and david is new to this, new to leaving his body behind, new to becoming a thoughtform, something less and more than david-- but when syd opens her mind for him, he scrambles and dives in like he’s been doing it his whole life. he turns into a flood and then a tsunami-- and then he crashes with pure delight against the rocky formation of syd’s mind. the impact doesn’t faze her because that’s how she knows him, he’s overwhelming, he’s suffocating, but she can handle him. syd, he breathes while breaking all over her, syd, i’m here. it’s better than touch, this way he can press his entire self against her and the IDEA OF BEING SYD.
and the idea of syd feels like the eye of a storm. havoc outside, silence inside. he falls through it, going deeper. syd, syd, syd, he breathes. david feels her amusement, her calmness and her love. her man, that’s him. she’s thinking about him. he closes his eyes and stops falling. syd’s presence breaks his frantic momentum and closes over him like protective hands. and david should feel small-- but he doesn’t. he feels wanted.
take a moment. don’t get lost, baby.
david opens his eyes and breaks the surface. it doesn’t make sense that he’s suddenly in the middle of a freezing lake but he doesn’t care. syd is waiting for him at the grassy shore with that tiny smile hiding in the corners of her mouth. david breaks the speed record for waddling in water as he makes her way to her. this isn’t real, he knows. but as he grabs her hand and pulls her down to the ground, pressing lips against her neck, he also knows this is better than real.
