Vague voices waft around him, he doesn’t know what’s going on, only one of them sounds familiar.
Some images distract him from the voices.
Beautiful cozy dreams of holding her in his arms or kissing her by the fireplace in their loft, tough heartwrenching nightmares of losing her with his own lightning or seeing her with his nemesis, coming back to his mind like returning to the torturous cycle he used to be in, remembering things he didn’t do any of.
Just a little tease from "Rectify"
Some scars survive time. ⚡️
The rest awaits on AO3. 📖
https://archiveofourown.org/works/48805513/chapters/123117796

















