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September 3 - September 6, 2023
Tennal’s mind flowed into Surit’s, knitting back together the indefinable wounds all at once. Their first sync had been like a tempest; this one was the confluence of two rivers. The shape of Tennal’s mind around his was so familiar, Surit could have wept. It was like breathing oxygen for the first time in weeks.
Surit was struck, confounded, by the immovable way he loved him. Like no other thought he’d had, that almost caused a rift—Tennal’s mind didn’t understand; it slid from the notion like oil from water.
Tennal had been in love before. Generally, he knew it as an adrenaline high, three days without sleep, a weeklong obsession with someone just as reckless as him. It hadn’t ever been a steady, quiet pulse like this before. But it hadn’t involved syncing and civil war and alien ghosts either.

