There's a moment of weightlessness, where he's floating in Dezel's arms and Dezel's floating into the sky before they drop. His hands clutch at the back of Dezel's shirt as Sorey makes a strange huck sound at his stomach leaping into his throat, and for one terrifying second he thinks bad idea, bad idea.
That's usually how it happens, though. And then, just like any other time Sorey had thrown himself off a high ledge or slid down a steep hill, his not-so-secret thrill seeker comes out and he yanks his head up from Dezel's neck to see first his face, glowing and grinning, eyes sightless but the joy of the world painted clear on his handsome face. And Sorey continues the motion to peer over his shoulder and sees the blur of jade greens and mud browns rushing past them, up toward them and has no time for words, but thrusts his fist up, still clutching, still clinging, and lets loose a whoop that rings through the trees and the air itself.
His heart is pounding and he's sure his face will split from his grin by the time Dezel's boots touch stone; he taps- taps- taps across several boulders, letting the ground eat their momentum as he floats them safely back to the earth and Sorey wants to hear the rumble of laughter echoing through Dezel's chest against his side for the rest of time.]
Oh my gosh, [he gasps, his laugh a wheezing thing half-choked by the leftovers of adrenaline, hands shaking. He unhooks a leg and when Dezel lets him down, he wobbles a few feet over to a patch of grass and throws himself onto it, spread-eagle and giggling madly up at the stars above.] Don't tell Mikleo. H-he'd kill us. Oh my gosh. That was amazing.
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There's a moment of weightlessness, where he's floating in Dezel's arms and Dezel's floating into the sky before they drop. His hands clutch at the back of Dezel's shirt as Sorey makes a strange huck sound at his stomach leaping into his throat, and for one terrifying second he thinks bad idea, bad idea.
That's usually how it happens, though. And then, just like any other time Sorey had thrown himself off a high ledge or slid down a steep hill, his not-so-secret thrill seeker comes out and he yanks his head up from Dezel's neck to see first his face, glowing and grinning, eyes sightless but the joy of the world painted clear on his handsome face. And Sorey continues the motion to peer over his shoulder and sees the blur of jade greens and mud browns rushing past them, up toward them and has no time for words, but thrusts his fist up, still clutching, still clinging, and lets loose a whoop that rings through the trees and the air itself.
His heart is pounding and he's sure his face will split from his grin by the time Dezel's boots touch stone; he taps- taps- taps across several boulders, letting the ground eat their momentum as he floats them safely back to the earth and Sorey wants to hear the rumble of laughter echoing through Dezel's chest against his side for the rest of time.]
Oh my gosh, [he gasps, his laugh a wheezing thing half-choked by the leftovers of adrenaline, hands shaking. He unhooks a leg and when Dezel lets him down, he wobbles a few feet over to a patch of grass and throws himself onto it, spread-eagle and giggling madly up at the stars above.] Don't tell Mikleo. H-he'd kill us. Oh my gosh. That was amazing.