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techsfromlastnight:
Sometimes it takes a year to update a story, but here’s ch22 in case anyone wants to know what happens next!
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Mercy’s knees were digging in to his sternum. Matt should have found it uncomfortable, but instead it just felt real. It felt solid and present, and it felt like it belonged to him. The Aug was gazing across the pillow at him; his expression was so open Matt thought he’d fall into it. He reached over to touch Mercy’s cheek, then put his hand on the Aug’s back and pulled him closer.
“I think you’re shorter than you are,” he mumbled, indicating the length of Mercy’s legs, folded tight in between them.
“I’m shorter than you,” the Aug offered. He seemed perfectly comfortable curled up in a ball, caged by Matt’s heavy arm.Matt shook his head slightly, pushing his cheek into his pillow. Without his glasses, Mercy’s outlines were a shade fuzzy, but Matt knew every shape he was looking at. Every line.
“No, I mean- in my head, I always think you’re, like, way shorter. But you’re tall.”
“My posture is bad,” the Aug whispered. Then, voice joking and face open with hope for a good landing, he said, “But I’m happy I’m in your head.”
[read on]
techsfromlastnight:
Sometimes it takes a year to update a story, but here’s ch22 in case anyone wants to know what happens next!
-
Mercy’s knees were digging in to his sternum. Matt should have found it uncomfortable, but instead it just felt real. It felt solid and present, and it felt like it belonged to him. The Aug was gazing across the pillow at him; his expression was so open Matt thought he’d fall into it. He reached over to touch Mercy’s cheek, then put his hand on the Aug’s back and pulled him closer.
“I think you’re shorter than you are,” he mumbled, indicating the length of Mercy’s legs, folded tight in between them.
“I’m shorter than you,” the Aug offered. He seemed perfectly comfortable curled up in a ball, caged by Matt’s heavy arm.Matt shook his head slightly, pushing his cheek into his pillow. Without his glasses, Mercy’s outlines were a shade fuzzy, but Matt knew every shape he was looking at. Every line.
“No, I mean- in my head, I always think you’re, like, way shorter. But you’re tall.”
“My posture is bad,” the Aug whispered. Then, voice joking and face open with hope for a good landing, he said, “But I’m happy I’m in your head.”
[read on]