3.1 | six ways to sunday ✓

way four ; dreams and velvet

"Do you think we're soulmates?"

He looks at his lover while processing the question, head immersed in lace and concentration as he begins to ponder the innumerable answers. "Why do you ask?"

A shake of the head is all he gets in return. "Nevermind," his lover whispers tragically, and he feels his chest being to ache with something that feels like crazed poison running up and down his veins, restlessly seeking an asylum that isn't there. "I don't even know what I was thinking."

He catches his breath and reminds himself that his lover is made up of dreams and velvet: soft to the touch, but from a world between two realities. "Wait," he says firmly. "You didn't give me time to respond."

"Okay."

Time feels fleeing now, the clock ticking even faster underneath the fire in his lover's gaze. "If you're asking if I'm completely and utterly in love with you, I am," he confesses. "If you're asking if I wake up in the morning and reach out towards your side because I missed you in my sleep, then I do. And if you're asking if I'd sacrifice anything to save you, I would. In a heartbeat."

He pauses. "You've always been my soulmate," he tells his lover. "In every lifetime. Does that answer your question?"

His lover reaches over and entwines their fingers together, and after a glance, he concludes that his answer was more than enough.