[Dezel is full to bursting. He's sure the wind is picking it up; he can feel his mirth leaking through the edges of his armor, surrounding them both and reminding Dezel that a part of him is not yet dead. He feels like the first time he flew, when he found the wind again after losing his sight and realized that the world was dark but no less colorful.
His half-gloved fingertips slip beneath Sorey's messy hair, callouses against his scalp, thumbs toying with his feathers. He isn't sure how he ended up so fortunate. He's bad luck incarnate, a cursed seraph. He's bad news. Yet, Sorey loves him unconditionally. Sorey saved his life and burned away all the darkness in his heart. Once he was thrust into the darkness, Dezel gave up hope of ever finding his way out.
But here, his view is full of light-- so much light. He doesn't feel worthy.
He loops his arms about Sorey's middle and holds him as close as he dares. The kiss gains a bit of pressure and insistence, at least until Dezel remembers that humans have to breathe. He breaks it with reluctance, his cheeks a dark red as a contrast to his silver-green eyes.]
I... [What can he even say?] I wouldn't mind doing that a little more.
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His half-gloved fingertips slip beneath Sorey's messy hair, callouses against his scalp, thumbs toying with his feathers. He isn't sure how he ended up so fortunate. He's bad luck incarnate, a cursed seraph. He's bad news. Yet, Sorey loves him unconditionally. Sorey saved his life and burned away all the darkness in his heart. Once he was thrust into the darkness, Dezel gave up hope of ever finding his way out.
But here, his view is full of light-- so much light. He doesn't feel worthy.
He loops his arms about Sorey's middle and holds him as close as he dares. The kiss gains a bit of pressure and insistence, at least until Dezel remembers that humans have to breathe. He breaks it with reluctance, his cheeks a dark red as a contrast to his silver-green eyes.]
I... [What can he even say?] I wouldn't mind doing that a little more.