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[masterofstlouis]

He's dreaming.

He knows this because he doesn't dream.

And since the last thing he remembers is going to bed at Milliways, and he's now walking through the halls beneath the Circus, it's not too difficult to figure out.

What is difficult to figure out is why now, after 600 years, he would be dreaming at all.

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[lady-moineau.livejournal.com]

"Oh, Jean-Claude."

Julianna cups his face.

"Your guilt is not all you have left of me. The memories, yes, and I know you keep those close, but you have Asher. He loved me too. Your guilt -- as well as his, I'm sure -- should not be what ties my memory to you. I would rather it be the love you hold for me, the love he holds for me, not guilt."

[masterofstlouis]

"It seems the one is bound up in the other, cherie," he says sadly. "And I feel I cannot untangle them without destroying both."

[lady-moineau.livejournal.com]

Julianna laughs softly.

"Mon merle noir possesses a flaw? Surely not, for he would fight against anything in the dark that frightened me, or hold our goldfinch through the night when fears would rise and take hold of him."

She rises up on her toes and kisses him softly, sighing against his lips. How long had she wished to that again?

"I forgive you. It is time you forgive yourself, mon amour."

[masterofstlouis]

His hands grip her waist when she lifts up, pulling her against him, and he kisses her as he had done so many times in the past and had never thought to do again.

Perhaps some day, he thinks, knowing somehow that in this place, she will hear him. But not yet.



He can still taste her on his lips when he wakes.