[Dezel presses the tip of Sorey's blade into his chest and Sorey's hand shoots out to grab it, to yank it away because no, not again, never again will a weapon he wields be used to kill Dezel but then he feels it.
He feels it like fingers creeping across his hand in the dark, feeling their way into his palm, pressing there until they can lace together. When Dezel reforms the pact Sorey shudders; Dezel is wounded, but still powerful, and the addition of an additional wind seraph unbalances him slightly until his soul and the pacts find an equilibrium. He feels, distantly, the alarm of his companions, most noticeably Lailah and Zaveid and he sends out a pulse of what he hopes feels like fine okay he's back fine safe. As the pact threads itself stronger he shoves the sword away, sends it skittering a dangerous distance away but he can't help himself.
A small, ever-bleeding wound in his heart is finally healing up. He had never managed to stop it up, that aching lack in his soul that represented Dezel's abrupt departure, and Sorey's guilt over the part he played in it. Now with Dezel knitting himself back into Sorey's soul it finally feels like it's healing and it really hits him, really sinks in all the way to the very core of himself that it's real. He's real.
Dezel is alive and real, and back where he belongs.]
You're alive, [Sorey says a little uselessly, choking on his tears as he bends over Dezel. Already he feels stronger, steadier, more powerful just by having Dezel back with him, and it's not all just the pact. Sorey lets his head tap against Dezel's chest, listening to the th-thmp of an imagined heart as he weeps as quietly as he can manage.]
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Date: 2016-09-18 07:08 am (UTC)He feels it like fingers creeping across his hand in the dark, feeling their way into his palm, pressing there until they can lace together. When Dezel reforms the pact Sorey shudders; Dezel is wounded, but still powerful, and the addition of an additional wind seraph unbalances him slightly until his soul and the pacts find an equilibrium. He feels, distantly, the alarm of his companions, most noticeably Lailah and Zaveid and he sends out a pulse of what he hopes feels like fine okay he's back fine safe. As the pact threads itself stronger he shoves the sword away, sends it skittering a dangerous distance away but he can't help himself.
A small, ever-bleeding wound in his heart is finally healing up. He had never managed to stop it up, that aching lack in his soul that represented Dezel's abrupt departure, and Sorey's guilt over the part he played in it. Now with Dezel knitting himself back into Sorey's soul it finally feels like it's healing and it really hits him, really sinks in all the way to the very core of himself that it's real. He's real.
Dezel is alive and real, and back where he belongs.]
You're alive, [Sorey says a little uselessly, choking on his tears as he bends over Dezel. Already he feels stronger, steadier, more powerful just by having Dezel back with him, and it's not all just the pact. Sorey lets his head tap against Dezel's chest, listening to the th-thmp of an imagined heart as he weeps as quietly as he can manage.]