"…A kiss?"
That was the first thing Prince Elior heard.
Ugh…
There were blotches of white swimming in the darkness, sounds drifting in and out as if someone had turned the world's volume knob without telling him.
Everything felt off.
For a moment, he even forgot who he was and how long it had been. Then again, those were only secondary to the question of whether he was dead, alive, or somewhere creatively in between.
An understandable concern that he couldn't even answer.
Unfortunately for him, all he knew was that consciousness was returning in slow, sticky pieces, and the very first sound that reached him were those baffling words.
A kiss?
"Yes!"
The reply was far too enthusiastic to be reassuring.
Elior tried to open his eyes. He failed. They felt impossibly heavy, like someone had stacked entire libraries on top of his eyelids.
He wondered, briefly, which hallucination would it be this time?
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