[ The Yuri of Flynn's memories stops Flynn's complaints by shoving a cookie unceremoniously in his mouth, and Flynn's tiny noise of indignant complaint is muffled by sugar and crumbs.
It's so warm here. Like happiness and comfort distilled. The edges of the dream blur, one memory into another, the sound of laughter fading out and then back in on an image of the two of them much smaller. Flynn is pelting down the streets of the lower quarter, barely looking where he's going as he casts a glance over his shoulder. "C'mon, Yuri! Keep up!"
Then older again, Yuri rolling his eyes as Flynn tries valiantly — and futilely — to smooth out Yuri's very unflattering knight uniform on him. "You're going to be reprimanded if you turn up like this..."
The deck of a ship, and the captain's uniform on Flynn that Judith has come to know by now. He rests his arms on the railing and stares out at the dark water, although surely he can't make out anything in this lighting. This time, no one is around to hear his quiet murmur. "Yuri..." ]
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It's so warm here. Like happiness and comfort distilled. The edges of the dream blur, one memory into another, the sound of laughter fading out and then back in on an image of the two of them much smaller. Flynn is pelting down the streets of the lower quarter, barely looking where he's going as he casts a glance over his shoulder. "C'mon, Yuri! Keep up!"
Then older again, Yuri rolling his eyes as Flynn tries valiantly — and futilely — to smooth out Yuri's very unflattering knight uniform on him. "You're going to be reprimanded if you turn up like this..."
The deck of a ship, and the captain's uniform on Flynn that Judith has come to know by now. He rests his arms on the railing and stares out at the dark water, although surely he can't make out anything in this lighting. This time, no one is around to hear his quiet murmur. "Yuri..." ]