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Since his youth, for many years, Ratio has been dreaming of a dream, a golden field, a clear blue sky and a young man in the distance.
He does not look at him, he is like a frozen statue, no matter how close he gets to him, Ratio has never been able to reach him. Inevitably, but he woke up without looking into the face of the person who disturbed his dreams.
Everything was sad until tonight, Ratio woke up at exactly three in the morning in a cold sweat but with a wide smile. He hated it when something eluded him, but this time he was able to even touch the flowing clothes of the stranger, trying to catch him.
The stranger seemed not to see Ratio at all, he held a book in his hands, slowly turning the pages. He did not see him, but Veritas saw him very clearly and wanted to know the reason for these strange dreams that had no beginning and no end.
In one of the countless dreams about him.
— Shut up already. — The stranger wiped the dust off his long and menacing-looking weapon.
Ratio almost choked on the impudence and arrogance in his voice, as if he were just an annoying midge here.
— Did you really deign to answer? I admit, I thought you couldn't talk — Veritas frowned, but curiosity and a strange trepidation towards this young man still overwhelmed him.
And again silence, seasoned with the arrogant face of the stranger with sea-green hair. And a light breath of wind made Ratio understand that He smelled like the sea, an incredibly beautiful aroma. Such that he would like to feel it next to him for eternity.
Horribly stupid thoughts.
This time Veritas learned a couple of interesting facts, that there is a person in the universe with a character worse than his. And the name of the tormentor of his dreams, also nasty, but giving off a pleasant tingling somewhere deep down with each pronunciation.
"Anaxagoras, no less. And if you call him Anaxa, I'll shoot you."
A rather empty threat, considering that the young man with an eye patch did not seem intimidating at all. Not a bit.
Ratio somehow discovered the inconvenient truth that he went to bed not with thoughts of new discoveries and opportunities. But with thoughts of whether Anaxa would give him a smile and a conversation.
Most often he was in a bad mood, sometimes it was possible to catch him with a relaxed expression on his face where even a smile was visible. Beautiful. A word that flashed in Veritas's lexicon as often as "Sorry."
A smart conversationalist with knowledge that Ratio had never even heard of, quite interestingly, but Anaxa always seemed far from the world. His eyes, even if they looked at him, seemed to look through him, as if they didn't see him. He was hiding something deep and rather soul-wrenching, it was clear as day.
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- Will we be able to meet somewhere other than in a dream?, - Ratio did not like the noticeable despair and spark of hope in the voice with which the words were spoken from his own lips.
- That is unlikely, - Anaxagoras chuckled bitterly, putting the book aside, during the entire conversation he did not look into Ratio's eyes.
- Explain why? After all, this is your favorite pastime. - Something unpleasant pricked his heart, but he did not show it. And why would he be bitter and offended that they were not destined to meet? Why does Anaxa not experience the same joy from their meetings in dreams, why? ..
- It is not so easy to explain, I myself do not know. But my heart tells me that no. - Anaxagoras shrugged his shoulders, leaning back on the golden grass, it almost hid them from view, from the bright sun in the distance, from the rays that played on the skin.
Smells shouldn't be felt in a dream, but Ratio always almost gave away that he sincerely enjoyed the smell of Anaxa.
—...
—You're too old to be offended by such trifles. — The young man with the eyes of red wine chuckled. Without sadness in his voice and eyes, with a light voice speaking the hard truth. What could be better? Nothing for Veritas's happiness.
—How funny. You're funny and pathetic. — Ratio turned his head away, not out of resentment, no. If only not to see someone else's face that had been haunting him for many years.
—Your words don't hurt me one bit. — Anaxa rolled his eyes, of course they don't hurt, but for some reason he pouted, although he himself had recently scolded Ratio for being offended by trifles.
—I lied, relax. The only one who is pathetic here is me.
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This is an interesting experience. In general, Anaxagoras had become unaccustomed to such familiar communication, and the very concept of friendship as such. But life, as it turns out, presents strange surprises.
Not a single book in the huge library of knowledge, which would be enough for 10 lives, described the dreams that Anaxa experienced every day.
Not a single book told about Doctor Veritas Ratio, it seems, with the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Honey-amber, viscous, addictive and enticing every time they met. This made him shudder and therefore Anaxa avoided glances like fire, they evoked too strange feelings, he had not yet gone crazy to accept them.
The golden field had become boring, and as if by a snap of a finger they found themselves in Ratio's personal room, where everything smelled of him and seemed to have forever imprinted him in its essence.
Life had clearly not prepared Anax for such a situation.
All sorts of interesting research, some new projects with which Veritas shared extremely willingly, and each time during moments of joint study, as if by accident, he touched him with his body. Sometimes with his shoulders, fingertips or just his presence nearby, and each time it struck like an electric shock, almost his hair stood on end. Anaxagoras swallowed viscous saliva, now this was too much.
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- I can do a lot of things. - Ratio chuckled, and Anax rolled his eyes, this is his favorite habit that immediately besieges braggarts. But this time the specimen was more serious.
- A sign of stupidity is excessive arrogance.
- So you admit you're a fool? - Veritas was too pleased to mock the man with whom he felt he could be himself for the first time in his life.
It was too pleasant a feeling. Which Ratio had no intention of parting with, even if the reward was death.