[He doesn't finish. Sorey pulls him until his ear rests against the Shepherd's heart, familiar and strong. His arms are warm, too, and it's enough to get Dezel to pipe down some. That's right. He's not going anywhere. Not yet. Not for sixty, seventy years if they're lucky. Maybe Sorey can live a while longer, too, like Mayvin.]
... Okay.
[No, he wouldn't want Sorey to do that. Wouldn't dare ask. Sorey deserves a normal human life where he isn't expected to be anyone but himself. After being groomed to be the goddamn Shepherd and savior of the world, he deserves everything he couldn't get before.
Dezel presses into the touches a bit, lashes fluttering. It's very, very nice to have someone's hands in his hair... and he's forgotten. He's forgotten so many things.]
I'm not going anywhere, either. I might wander a little, but I won't go too far.
[He cracks one eye open.] If you keep doing that, though, I'll just wander off to bed.
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[He doesn't finish. Sorey pulls him until his ear rests against the Shepherd's heart, familiar and strong. His arms are warm, too, and it's enough to get Dezel to pipe down some. That's right. He's not going anywhere. Not yet. Not for sixty, seventy years if they're lucky. Maybe Sorey can live a while longer, too, like Mayvin.]
... Okay.
[No, he wouldn't want Sorey to do that. Wouldn't dare ask. Sorey deserves a normal human life where he isn't expected to be anyone but himself. After being groomed to be the goddamn Shepherd and savior of the world, he deserves everything he couldn't get before.
Dezel presses into the touches a bit, lashes fluttering. It's very, very nice to have someone's hands in his hair... and he's forgotten. He's forgotten so many things.]
I'm not going anywhere, either. I might wander a little, but I won't go too far.
[He cracks one eye open.] If you keep doing that, though, I'll just wander off to bed.