time The thing he liked best about being with her (strange and exotic and chaotic and painfully hopeless as it was) was that there was never any rush (everything so slow, so easy, so carefree until they had to loop back again to keep from running out of—): they had all the time in the universe between the two of them.
dreams Dream bubbles, he found after a while, were no more confusing than time loops, if a little less concrete — and watching her navigate them, following her crimson pixie dust trail, holding her hand as they passed from one dream to the next wasn't a bad way to pass the time.
mortality It was something they were both intimately familiar with, their own mortality; he'd seen more dead Daves than he cared to count, and she felt like she'd spent more of her life dead than alive (funny how time can play tricks on you), but unfortunately, it didn't make the promise of impending doom any less unnerving — so they averted their eyes.
aradia/dave;
The thing he liked best about being with her (strange and exotic and chaotic and painfully hopeless as it was) was that there was never any rush (everything so slow, so easy, so carefree until they had to loop back again to keep from running out of—): they had all the time in the universe between the two of them.
dreams
Dream bubbles, he found after a while, were no more confusing than time loops, if a little less concrete — and watching her navigate them, following her crimson pixie dust trail, holding her hand as they passed from one dream to the next wasn't a bad way to pass the time.
mortality
It was something they were both intimately familiar with, their own mortality; he'd seen more dead Daves than he cared to count, and she felt like she'd spent more of her life dead than alive (funny how time can play tricks on you), but unfortunately, it didn't make the promise of impending doom any less unnerving — so they averted their eyes.