He dreams of his brother.
Loving.
Compassionate.
Kind.
In his dreams, Sam’s eyes aren’t yellow anymore, but for some reason they aren’t brown either.
They’re blue.
— “The Press Of Your Lips Has Left Frost On My Heart”, Leonidaslion’s Suite!verse series
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