"Matt..." It pulled at the strings of her heart, playing one of the most intimate tunes that he could as he admitted something so painful. Kate reached up and carefully stroked his eyes with her thumbs, wiping those tears away, drops that came from his soul. Were her fingers even wet? It didn't matter. It was his heart that was weeping now.
She knew that Matt lived a good life, that he didn't pity himself or hoped for a so called 'cure' to blindness. He saw in different ways and she did her best to try and fill in the gaps. Maybe now, now that he was rediscovering the world through his own eyes, maybe her descriptions would help these images to stick for longer?
Maybe it wouldn't help, maybe it was inevitable. But she would be there for him, every step of the way.
Taking his hand, Kate herself had trouble fully appreciating her surroundings. It was far more enthralling, watching him as he marvelled at the beautiful parisian night they had conjured together. As he mentioned the bluebird, it was almost as if he had broken a spell, shaking her out of it. "What?" In confusion, she held onto his arm and lean into it, following where Matt pointed out. It actually took a moment before Kate spotted the bird. "Your sight is actually better than mine!"
Once spotted, the bird's song seemed to gain more enthusiasm, a proud tune that followed them as they walked over cobblestone that shone as if some drizzled had kissed it before they arrived. There was no cars, no traffic nearby and in her heart Kate knew that the city belonged to them. That they wouldn't be interrupted by anything but a friendly stranger. That they could step into any place, were allowed in any building and house.
"You're probably right," Kate agreed with a snort. "I guess you have to be when your whole life is dedicated to dreamers." Morpheus seemed distant and unreachable, but she knew her friend and his kind heart. She knew how much love he put into his work, on making sure that the Dreaming worked as it should. And that he appreciated the stories that came out of his dreamer's souls. Out of all the options Kate had spent these last few hours day-dreaming about, Dream had set up the most beautiful of scenarios.
"I just feel a little underdressed now," Kate admitted, even if she wasn't exactly feeling self-conscious. She liked that Matt could see her as she felt the most comfortable, as she'd dress on a regular day off. Wearing her favorite t-shirt and something comfortable.
And yet.
"Shit. Look!" Pointing at a nearby store, she guided him to the sidewalk, stepping up on it. One one of the windows of the store, the dress Luke had made for her was on display. The fabric flowed like mist on the mannequin, hundreds of tiny starts covering it, some of them forming whole constellations.
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She knew that Matt lived a good life, that he didn't pity himself or hoped for a so called 'cure' to blindness. He saw in different ways and she did her best to try and fill in the gaps. Maybe now, now that he was rediscovering the world through his own eyes, maybe her descriptions would help these images to stick for longer?
Maybe it wouldn't help, maybe it was inevitable. But she would be there for him, every step of the way.
Taking his hand, Kate herself had trouble fully appreciating her surroundings. It was far more enthralling, watching him as he marvelled at the beautiful parisian night they had conjured together. As he mentioned the bluebird, it was almost as if he had broken a spell, shaking her out of it. "What?" In confusion, she held onto his arm and lean into it, following where Matt pointed out. It actually took a moment before Kate spotted the bird. "Your sight is actually better than mine!"
Once spotted, the bird's song seemed to gain more enthusiasm, a proud tune that followed them as they walked over cobblestone that shone as if some drizzled had kissed it before they arrived. There was no cars, no traffic nearby and in her heart Kate knew that the city belonged to them. That they wouldn't be interrupted by anything but a friendly stranger. That they could step into any place, were allowed in any building and house.
"You're probably right," Kate agreed with a snort. "I guess you have to be when your whole life is dedicated to dreamers." Morpheus seemed distant and unreachable, but she knew her friend and his kind heart. She knew how much love he put into his work, on making sure that the Dreaming worked as it should. And that he appreciated the stories that came out of his dreamer's souls. Out of all the options Kate had spent these last few hours day-dreaming about, Dream had set up the most beautiful of scenarios.
"I just feel a little underdressed now," Kate admitted, even if she wasn't exactly feeling self-conscious. She liked that Matt could see her as she felt the most comfortable, as she'd dress on a regular day off. Wearing her favorite t-shirt and something comfortable.
And yet.
"Shit. Look!" Pointing at a nearby store, she guided him to the sidewalk, stepping up on it. One one of the windows of the store, the dress Luke had made for her was on display. The fabric flowed like mist on the mannequin, hundreds of tiny starts covering it, some of them forming whole constellations.