Ram… Tobias…(when was he going to get use to that?) was not used to building. It was, in a very real sense, antithetical to his being. Who… what he had been made into.

Made even hard by the fact that he didn’t really know what he was making. There was so much he didn’t know. Times, dates, people. The event itself was barely ascribed at all. He’d chanced across a couple photos but he needed more. And he couldn’t afford to wait for it to randomly coe up. If it came up at all.
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So, he had laid his hand on her pillow and infused the glamour into it. Hid it for a day in ‘the wash’. And now… now he slept at her side feeling like an invader. Laying siege to her mind because… because he wasn’t her husband. And he needed to know what their wedding had been like.

He shut his eyes and felt the woven dream unfold in her mind. Vague at first but her memories filled in the gaps.

She dreamt of marrying… him.

And he watched.

Like an invader at the gates.