I Sail With You | l.s.

Chapter 11

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The dream ascends upon Harry, bringing him back to the meadow. This time, however, he's prepared. He grabs onto his faceless lover as he helps them climb high into the trees before the floods have a chance to drag them down. Once they're high enough, Harry commends his efforts, hopeful that the outcome will fair differently this time. It has to.

As with last time, the rain comes in all its might, releasing its hold of water unforgivingly onto them. But in the trees, when the water rises, Harry and his lover are safe. It's a false sense of security that Harry falls into though, because while he's freed them from the problem of drowning – he hasn't freed them from Dante.

His familiar ship comes sailing through, and Dante is quick to locate them in the shady coverage of the treetops. While he can't reach them with his sword, he can reach them with a canon. Either Harry jumps back into the water to relive the same scenario as last time, or they stay in the trees waiting for the canon to tear them apart.

Harry does not know what is the lesser evil of the two.

In an attempt to figure out what his answer should be, he glances back to his lover. This time, more features are apparent in their design, but the eyes – their eyes - are still missing. And the edges of the body are vague to Harry's sight, though he wants nothing more than to see them as clearly as all else.

"You can't hide from me. You're mine, Omega!"

The same is said as last time. Harry squeezes his lover's hand hard. What can he do? What can they do?

He never finds out. Dante lets the canon blow, and Harry wakes up dripping from head to toe in sweat once again. On top of that, he's rather unsettled. To have a dream once doesn't necessarily mean anything, but to dream the same twice solidifies there is genuinely something Harry's meant to learn from this. Something Harry's meant to understand. Or maybe prevent? He's not sure, but he truly wishes he was.

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