He'd forgotten what some of them even looked like. The vibrancy of pink flowers, the brilliance of a royal purple overhang. Even if the setting was at night, the sky a familiar black that he did know all too well, it was still overwhelming. There was no way to know whether or not the real world did look like this. Matt knew once he woke up that there would be no comparing. Yet some of it all felt familiar, and it was more than he ever should be able to experience. Slowly he reached up and took off his glasses, placing them in his pocket. How he appeared in dreams was how he appeared in real life. Even if he wore a costume at night, Matt Murdock didn't hide during the day. He was wearing a suit that was ready for court, a lovely blue one with a lighter button down and patterned blue tie.
He was marveling at the flower he was touching when heard his name. The voice was familiar. Dazed, Matt turned around to follow it. It was a little disorienting to have his powers and then have sight on top of it, like his mind was trying to re-prioritize how it made sense of the world. His reaction time was therefore slow right now, and it took him a few moments to find his voice. "Kate?"
His eyes focused on hers.
His throat tightened as he walked towards her. There were enough lights on the streets of Paris that he could make her out, even this late at night. Stopping in front of her, his expression was a mix of being overwhelmed and in awe. She looked both like how he expected, but in much greater detail. Matt didn't have the sensory resources any longer to actually picture faces outside of their shape. To see the color of her skin, her hair, her eyes...
Lightly his fingers went to her face to touch it. "You're beautiful."
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He'd forgotten what some of them even looked like. The vibrancy of pink flowers, the brilliance of a royal purple overhang. Even if the setting was at night, the sky a familiar black that he did know all too well, it was still overwhelming. There was no way to know whether or not the real world did look like this. Matt knew once he woke up that there would be no comparing. Yet some of it all felt familiar, and it was more than he ever should be able to experience. Slowly he reached up and took off his glasses, placing them in his pocket. How he appeared in dreams was how he appeared in real life. Even if he wore a costume at night, Matt Murdock didn't hide during the day. He was wearing a suit that was ready for court, a lovely blue one with a lighter button down and patterned blue tie.
He was marveling at the flower he was touching when heard his name. The voice was familiar. Dazed, Matt turned around to follow it. It was a little disorienting to have his powers and then have sight on top of it, like his mind was trying to re-prioritize how it made sense of the world. His reaction time was therefore slow right now, and it took him a few moments to find his voice. "Kate?"
His eyes focused on hers.
His throat tightened as he walked towards her. There were enough lights on the streets of Paris that he could make her out, even this late at night. Stopping in front of her, his expression was a mix of being overwhelmed and in awe. She looked both like how he expected, but in much greater detail. Matt didn't have the sensory resources any longer to actually picture faces outside of their shape. To see the color of her skin, her hair, her eyes...
Lightly his fingers went to her face to touch it. "You're beautiful."