Citra isn't how she thinks of herself anymore, but it doesn't even occur to her to correct him. She can't imagine Rowan calling her anything else, just as she can't imagine referring to him as Lucifer. It's enough that he's here to call her anything, a familiar anchor in an unfamiliar world.
"Rowan?" It's definitely him, but he looks... different. She can't tell if it's due to his clothes or the look on his face or just her own imperfect memory. Or maybe this is more dream logic: being certain that something isn't right without being able to put your finger on the exact reason why.
Either way, it's a relief to see him. Even if he is looking at her as if he can't believe she's actually here, either.
He doesn't feel like a dream when she reaches for his arm and finds it warm and solid beneath her hand as she pulls him into the alley. It's all but instinctive -- they shouldn't be seen together, and he shouldn't be seen at all, and she's not about to throw those certainties aside just because nothing else makes sense. "What are you doing here?" she asks. 'What am I doing here?' or 'where are we?' might be the more operative questions, but she's hesitant to openly admit that she doesn't already know.
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Date: 2019-03-18 01:03 am (UTC)From:"Rowan?" It's definitely him, but he looks... different. She can't tell if it's due to his clothes or the look on his face or just her own imperfect memory. Or maybe this is more dream logic: being certain that something isn't right without being able to put your finger on the exact reason why.
Either way, it's a relief to see him. Even if he is looking at her as if he can't believe she's actually here, either.
He doesn't feel like a dream when she reaches for his arm and finds it warm and solid beneath her hand as she pulls him into the alley. It's all but instinctive -- they shouldn't be seen together, and he shouldn't be seen at all, and she's not about to throw those certainties aside just because nothing else makes sense. "What are you doing here?" she asks. 'What am I doing here?' or 'where are we?' might be the more operative questions, but she's hesitant to openly admit that she doesn't already know.