[Dezel crosses one leg over the other. He's happy to listen to the same sounds as Sorey, though he reads the world around them in an entirely different way. An owl flutters its wings in a tree twenty yards away, and Dezel feels it sheltering itself from the cold. The pine trees shiver and he feels it somewhere inside himself. A tiny breeze dances on the tip of Sorey's nose, and that's how Dezel learns the exact shape of Sorey's mouth.
He breathes out slowly and tries not to dwell on just how much he's missed company.]
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Date: 2016-10-03 05:49 am (UTC)He breathes out slowly and tries not to dwell on just how much he's missed company.]
Maybe it was from the people, too.