[Sorey drifts into wakefulness slowly, Dezel's touch as soothing as anything else. It feels familiar in a way Sorey's not sure he's ever actually experienced. Maybe during some kind of dream, once upon a time.
He doesn't move for a bit, head tucked against the crook of Dezel's shoulder. He smells like spring breezes and sun-dried laundry, like freedom and care.]
...do you ever feel left behind, a little? [Sorey whispers into Dezel's chest.]
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Date: 2017-01-26 03:19 am (UTC)He doesn't move for a bit, head tucked against the crook of Dezel's shoulder. He smells like spring breezes and sun-dried laundry, like freedom and care.]
...do you ever feel left behind, a little? [Sorey whispers into Dezel's chest.]