[Arms go around him and Sorey's senses catch up with him too late to place pale green hair, sharp teeth, dark clothes before he's being lifted back up onto the altar. Dezel? Dezel. It's him, it's Dezel, he promised to be waiting and now he's right here.
Sorey's fingers twitch against Dezel's sleeve before he grabs onto it with all the strength he can muster.]
This is-
[Sorey swallows against the rasp of his voice and looks up into the silvery shine of Dezel's unseeing eyes. He grins as wide and bright as possible when he feels the wind ruffle his hair and brush his cheek.]
no subject
Sorey's fingers twitch against Dezel's sleeve before he grabs onto it with all the strength he can muster.]
This is-
[Sorey swallows against the rasp of his voice and looks up into the silvery shine of Dezel's unseeing eyes. He grins as wide and bright as possible when he feels the wind ruffle his hair and brush his cheek.]
-the coolest thing to wake up in.
[He has his own ruins.]