Downstairs, everything appears to be an exact copy of My World — as Valli begins to label his situation as; he could be stuck in an alternative universe. A set of worlds within a universe outside what he has grown up in and knows of — the people in his life are completely different from how they are in this world, everything is opposite. It's difficult to pay attention to all the charges, the mystery of how and why he is here when all he can process is how Kane is kissing his head or curling around his smaller frame to re-explain once again how his Valli operates in this universe. While the house is a carbon copy (minus hunter group pictures, frames with his scars, or any trace of the hunter lifestyle), Valli learns the body twin of himself doesn't do nearly anything he does. There are no cleaning weapons, no reading monster research, and no daily training with Kane.

The day is filled with mindless wondering on Valli's part, pacing slowly throughout the entire house in a game of spot the difference with himself. Kane in a constant state of amused worry, followed along patiently answering the murmured comments of what had or hadn't changed. The gasps of wonder from all the colors and newfound sight gain a concerned furrow of the larger man's brow, but the mechanic doesn't want to go over the blind for six years thing again. It was mildly frightening for him to hear. After scanning the very last room in the house, a small storage in the attic, Kane guides Valli outside.

That's another thing, Valli considers as he tilts his head to stare at the bright pastel sky, clear and gorgeous — a color he feels like he knows, on the tip of his tongue, but he forgets it too quickly to remember the name of. The sight is like a painting he recalls. Kane's hand is heavy in his palm, in a strange yet pleasant action of holding hands. He doesn't remember the last time anyone held his hand (probably his Mother), let alone ever considering holding Kane's hand. His Kane would rather grab his arm, be it by the bicep or his thin wrists, and haul his butt with brute force to any direction he pleased. Guiding? Kane? Those don't go together. Please just manhandle me, man, I'm used to that! Some familiarity would be nice.

The man is staring at him, bewildered at the sight of Valli basking in the sight of the sky. Newly unshielded eyes take in the scenery of the dulled-out paint of the barn, the old wooden fencing, and the vibrant shade of the grass, even the dirt and gravel and odd-shaped pebbles are beautiful to him. He takes as long as Kane allows to memorize it, trying to paint it in his mind to recall later when he gets home. Because he has to make it back. He doesn't belong here, he just can't. The blond hair of Kane filters over the nearly overpowering sky, the man staring down at his face as he stands directly behind Valli. Those colorless eyes pierced into him, injecting a confusing mix of unease and comfort into his blood.

"You okay, Bookworm?" The nickname is new, but isn't the worst and Valli thinks he may like it. It's cute. The concern is cute as well, he appreciates it. This is as weird for this Kane as it is for Valli, waking up one day to your boyfriend (and isn't that something!?) not knowing who he is or where he is, talking about monsters and hunters.

Nodding, Valli carefully lowered his head from the harsh angle he had it at, stifling a small groan the ache in his neck from how long he stayed in that position. Quietly, "Yeah. Let's go. I wanna check out the market. Then see Lovely, Ruby, Pearl, and Spot."

He takes a few steps, only to stumble softly as Kane refuses to move. A befogged expression crossed over the mechanic's face, and Valli gradually mirrors the puzzled look. The soft tone doesn't erase the grief he felt at the question, "... Who?"

Eyebrows furrowed, nose scrunched for a second as he glances longingly at the barn. Voice tiny, building dread as he only receives a winced apologetic smile from the bewildered man clenching his hand tightly. "My- my milking cows? Lovely and Ruby? My goats? Pearl and Spot?" Then he pouts, shoulders slumping dejectedly. Whining lowly to himself, "You mean this place doesn't even have my girls?! C'mon man, that's just cruel! They're too sweet to not exist."

Cautiously, Kane wraps his arm over the other's slim shoulders, kissing his temple gently. Attempting to comfort, pushing through the worry and puzzlement — they had just seen their cows yesterday for milking. "Well... maybe not them, but we have Madi and Jade. They've done real good for us."

"Oh? So I still do some things the same. Interesting." Valli mumbles under his breath, allowing himself to be led down the driveway. From what he remembers before he lost his sight, the driveway hasn't changed even in this world. The same line of generational trees, a well-used dirt path to the road, and the same dips in the surface. He's getting used to all the colors, his eyes strained to the sudden change. Names and fragments of colors flash through his memories, recalling the green of the trees, grass, and the nutmeg of patches of dirt or mud. The yellow of the sun rays.

At the end of the driveway, instead of two separate stalls in medium size is one large dark-shaded tent draping over the driveway from left to right. Wooden shelves line the inside of the tent, filling the middle areas under it and allowing an open space to shop for the produce. Similar to the official farmer's market areas he had gotten only passing sights of. He admits he feels a small envy of the tent idea. Must be nice to not get soaked to the bone walking between areas, I always end up in a rain shower. He makes a mental note to mention it to the others when he gets home — refusing to acknowledge the thought he isn't getting home.

He walks under the tent, a small sigh escaping as the heat of the sun disappears under the shade. Kane follows, his arm drops as Valli eagerly takes in the shelves and evidence of sold produce in the form of leftover leaves or crumbs of roots. Kane strained his ears to to hear the mumbled praise of the hand-made surfaces, whispered marveling at the thought another version of himself was here selling his fresh harvest. The mechanic tilts his head, observing Valli hold a blue bookmark to his round eyes in absolute wonder and concentration, wondering if he should call a doctor to check his boyfriend's head. Maybe he had a fall I don't know about? I was out for two hours last night to finish that engine, maybe he fell then? No. There wasn't any bump on his head, no blood.

"What color this is?!" Valli rushes over, tripping over his feet like an overcurious child, holding out the bookmark. Desperation lines his tone, upset and lost.

Trying for his most calming smile, Kane drags the lighter body against his chest, curling heavy arms around Valli to squeeze him tenderly. Thick fingers pluck the bookmark from his hand, shadeless iris flicking over it. The bookmark was left accidentally by Valli a few days ago, it has a book quote printed in gold lettering from his favorite author of a long fantasy series. The werewolf-shaped bookmark is a thick material colored in vibrant ocean blue, deep and rich. Kane knows Valli loves this item, it was a Valentine's Day gift from the mechanic and the student didn't carry a book without it. Humoring his partner, the bookmark is softly tapped on Valli's nose. "It's blue. Maybe ocean or royal blue if you wanna be specific."

Valli blinks at the item, breathless as he recalls Ma's description of Kane. She said he had blue eyes, like the sky sometimes and others they were dark blue like an ocean. He asked to be specific, and he's thankful now. He's staring at the color of his Kane's eyes, eager to print it into his memory. He freezes movement, suddenly curious, since I know what his eyes should be, will they change to fit that image in my head now? Almost shyly, he slants his gaze toward this Kane hugging him. Gasping loudly and straightening up in the beefy arms when the same shade of the bookmark stares back down at him, through the eyes of the man.

"Holy– your eyes — what the fuck." He stumbles over his words, uncertain what he wants to say first. He can only blink, rushing to think of a creature who can control universes. Gods? This is too domestic for them. What else?

Kane's eyebrows crease, darkening blue eyes narrowing. "What about my eyes?"

"They're blue!!"

As patient as he had been today, Kane couldn't control the deadpan expression sliding onto his face or the same tone in his voice as he responded. "... They've always been blue."

Valli waves him off, shaking his head as his stare switches between the bookmark and the man's eyes. Before walking off towards the house, mumbling. "Nuh-uh. They were a colorless void five minutes ago, they only changed because I knew the color now."

"—What?!" Kane hisses under his breath, turning to watch the other man skip back down the driveway, head tilted to the sky as he repeats blue to himself and other nonsense that doesn't make sense. He sighs, stressed, A wide palm rubs over his forehead. "I might need help. This is worse than I thought."

Caught up with the quick-footed Valli, the man finds the other in the barn – cooing over the two brown milking cows blinking slowly at him. Kane merely leans on the sliding door, arms crossed as he stares. Knelt on the hay-layered floor, giggles erupt from Valli's throat as the little goats (different ones from his sweet little girls, these are younger) jump over his thighs and attempt to scale over his back to stand on his shoulders. He spent a good thirty minutes with the goats and cows, occasionally peeking over his shoulder to confirm the strange version of Kane was still with him. Steadily, he begins to feel a sense of homesickness — so slow the sensation sneaks up on him.

He misses his world. Where Addy is a centuries-old witch, monsters, and hunters run around playing cat and mouse; where he has his weapons, his library filled with tomes and ancient text long forgotten by the modern world. Where Kane was Kane; rude, man-handling, and emotionally stunted, the man who was awkward when trying to be nice, who acted put-off doing something caring because he wasn't sure how to go about it. He misses the endearing nature of Sunny and her nephew's relationship, he isn't sure how she is in this world — but if Kane's parents are alive, does that mean they're not as close as they are at home? Are Sunny and Addy their adoptive aunts here? Will he be able to see his parents? The parents that were taken in a bloody mess of claws, teeth, and gunshots — the same ones who raised him as a hunter? He wonders how they look, how they sound. If they even remind him of the mother and father he recalls.

In this world, his house had changed, he had changed; everything is wrong and he isn't too prideful to admit he is he is terrified he will never find a way to escape. Is this even a monster? What if this is simply a dream I can wake up from? Surely, I can stay and bask in the affection for a tiny bit longer and then force myself to wake up. Deep down, the knowledge a creature is messing with his mind is overwhelmingly transparent. Kane's eyes. His sight. The constant tingling of danger under his skin, the gaze of something he cannot see but can only feel. He needs a plan, yet he has no clue where to start. I'm hunting a creature I never saw and I have no resources to research. If only I could've had more time to focus on what was happening when it grabbed me, all I could process was the flesh was chilled over my lips and nose.

Vampires are out of the running. They can't do tricks like this; this is something else. I've only managed to hunt two dream-related creatures and I have none of the supplies I need for them. Peeking through the open barn doors, scanning through the yard and treelines, he sighs softly as he eliminates another monster mentally. No sign of any horses, so it's not a Trojan Horse; a dream demon invading or creating dreamscapes, it appears as a horse to settle a false sense of security before shifting into an ugly twisted, long-limbed, and sharp-teeth monster eating your brain matter.

A tender grip on his bicep startles him, his body flinching to turn. Deep dark blue eyes met him and his breath stuttered for a moment as he blinked right back, his heart pounding. Never has eye contact shocked him, but for the first time in a long time he is breathless and in wonder at the beautiful shade of those eyes and the care within them. Desperately, he wishes they belonged to the right Kane — not because of his crush, but because the lonesome feeling is becoming too much, he misses his home, and having the illusion of his Hunter only pains his heart.

Kane had settled in a squat next to him, big hands soft and careful as they absently massage the muscles on his shoulders firmly. The strength in the thick fingers and the slight pain yet pleasure as his tight muscles are soothed steadily brings his eyes into a half-lid, body decreasing in tension. Valli exhales long and hard, leaning into Kane tiredly. Too much in one day; my sight is back, and I'm missing from home and replacing a boring version of myself. Just too much. He sniffles, holding his emotions at bay. He doesn't want to cry, not when the man is being kind and trying to calm him down.

"I say we nap again," Kane announces, guiding the loosened body of Valli onto his feet as he stands. His lips press a light kiss on his forehead, "Seems like you're overwhelmed after all the excitement, apparently. A nap will do you some good."

There's no attempt to argue, Valli is too worn to attempt to explain to Kane the situation. He simply follows along back to the house, his hand in a large grasp that spreads tendrils of warmth throughout his arm. His eyes are still half-lidded, too strained and overworked to stay open for much longer.

At the porch stairs, a shadowy figure in the corner of the patio catches his attention. His eyes snap open, yet he keeps his head at the same angle to not allow the figure to know he sees it. Sliding his eyeballs to the corners of his eyelids, he strains to capture any form of identification. Short, covered in a thick black cloak with the hood up. In the darkness of the hood, he can spot a pair of burning eyes gazing back at him, glowing a chilled blue. At its waist, folded hands are visible only because of the matching vividness of the lines and intricate swirls of meaningful shapes, the cold blue the same as its gaze.

His blood runs cold, head tilting fully and the figure disappears like an eye-floater does when looked at. He had stopped in his tracks, staring at the space the creature was in with a wide and fearful gaze. Kane had paused, perplexed as he followed the stare, yet saw nothing of interest except the outdoor furniture. All while dread overcomes Valli, how am I supposed to fight that? How did one even get past Addy?