[Even with the wind around them, Dezel can feel Sorey's heartbeat through his back. He feels it like he feels the bulkiness of the ship, the air sliding across various panels and around the windows and through the rudders. He feels so aware of everything when he does this. It's almost like the armatus, but not quite. Not... quite.]
Any wind seraph could do this. I'm nothing special.
[With the ship on its course, Dezel can finally lower his arms. He finds Sorey's waist. It feels so easy to wrap his arms around the younger man, so he does, and it reminds him of this morning. Gods, he's such a mess. Someone looks at him and suddenly he's crushing like a teenager... it's terrible.]
This is all because of you, Sorey. [His fingers hook into the familiar blue shirt, subtle but still there.] You gave the world your time and your resonance. You gave me time.
[He hasn't wasted a minute. Right here, with his arms wrapped around the only thing from his past, he realizes he doesn't want to let go. He realizes, too, that he's hopelessly attached... and probably in love. He hasn't-- he doesn't know how, not anymore. He hasn't known anything serious since Rose pulled him by the ear that one night and told him to stop keeping secrets.
He pulls back a little. He has more he wants to say, but...]
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Date: 2017-01-30 07:12 am (UTC)Any wind seraph could do this. I'm nothing special.
[With the ship on its course, Dezel can finally lower his arms. He finds Sorey's waist. It feels so easy to wrap his arms around the younger man, so he does, and it reminds him of this morning. Gods, he's such a mess. Someone looks at him and suddenly he's crushing like a teenager... it's terrible.]
This is all because of you, Sorey. [His fingers hook into the familiar blue shirt, subtle but still there.] You gave the world your time and your resonance. You gave me time.
[He hasn't wasted a minute. Right here, with his arms wrapped around the only thing from his past, he realizes he doesn't want to let go. He realizes, too, that he's hopelessly attached... and probably in love. He hasn't-- he doesn't know how, not anymore. He hasn't known anything serious since Rose pulled him by the ear that one night and told him to stop keeping secrets.
He pulls back a little. He has more he wants to say, but...]