[That...absolutely wasn't just him. No way. Dezel had looked so young in that moment, breath hiccuping, and the way he'd held Sorey's hands before pulling away-
Sorey pushes himself up to sit, hands clenched into fists he presses to his chest before he slowly slides out of bed. He's always been close with his seraphim; it's simply a side-effect of sharing a body with someone after all. It's impossible to not be close with someone after that, but this isn't the same. This is a kind of intimacy that has nothing to do with a Shepherd's pact.
His cheeks are still burning even after he pulls on his boots and cloak.] -uh, um, I was hoping- do you think we could drop by the weapons' shop? I'd like to at least, y'know. Be able to look after myself.
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Sorey pushes himself up to sit, hands clenched into fists he presses to his chest before he slowly slides out of bed. He's always been close with his seraphim; it's simply a side-effect of sharing a body with someone after all. It's impossible to not be close with someone after that, but this isn't the same. This is a kind of intimacy that has nothing to do with a Shepherd's pact.
His cheeks are still burning even after he pulls on his boots and cloak.] -uh, um, I was hoping- do you think we could drop by the weapons' shop? I'd like to at least, y'know. Be able to look after myself.