[He holds Sorey until he tries to pull away, and then Dezel lets him. Honestly, Sorey could probably do with a good cry but Dezel's not sure he's the one for that. If Sorey needs it, really needs it, then he'll offer his shirt and whatever else... but he never knows what to say. Dezel's never been good with the emotional side of things.
He's content to lay back in the grass for now, feeling the grass blades sticking up between his fingers.]
... Yeah. She's part of the wind, now.
[Rose had many lovers in her time and her children weren't all blood-related, but that suited her just fine. She had a big family, cobbled together and tighter than anything. Dezel was part of it, too, even though he always felt a little odd about it. Hard to deny it now.]
Close your eyes for a second. [He sits up a bit, waiting for Sorey to follow his command. When he finally does, Dezel concentrates. The wind picks up a little around them-- a playful summer breeze in the middle of autumn, warm and scented like a yellow rose.]
Listen.
[Maybe Sorey's imagining it, but if he concentrates on the wind enough, he might be able to hear a very faint giggle, and then it's gone.]
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Date: 2016-10-04 05:11 am (UTC)He's content to lay back in the grass for now, feeling the grass blades sticking up between his fingers.]
... Yeah. She's part of the wind, now.
[Rose had many lovers in her time and her children weren't all blood-related, but that suited her just fine. She had a big family, cobbled together and tighter than anything. Dezel was part of it, too, even though he always felt a little odd about it. Hard to deny it now.]
Close your eyes for a second. [He sits up a bit, waiting for Sorey to follow his command. When he finally does, Dezel concentrates. The wind picks up a little around them-- a playful summer breeze in the middle of autumn, warm and scented like a yellow rose.]
Listen.
[Maybe Sorey's imagining it, but if he concentrates on the wind enough, he might be able to hear a very faint giggle, and then it's gone.]