[They both have their special people; Dezel, he had Rose, and Sorey has Mikleo, but Sorey is slowly starting to realize over the course of the past few weeks (and before that if he's being honest, maybe even way back when he first formed that pact with Lailah). There is no single slot in his heart, his life, for one person who is special to him. Dezel came to them desperate for power, for revenge, because the happy life he'd had before was torn to pieces before his very eyes. What was once a deep, aching hole of a heart has since been filled and by his own hand, by his own determination to keep going. Sorey has no doubt that if Dezel hadn't fought tooth and nail he'd have succumbed and turned fully into a dragon in Heldalf's domain but he'd resisted long enough for Sorey to get there.
He'd held on , and then he'd clung to Sorey, and he'd given a voice to the terrors Sorey knew he wouldn't be able to say. And finally when it was all over, when Sorey finally woke an age past with dust on his lips and memories of friends long dead in his heart, Dezel was there like he'd known somehow...or like he'd never really strayed far. Loyal, steadfast, desperate Dezel.]
Hey, [Sorey murmurs into Dezel's hair, pulling back so he can look at Dezel's face, pushing a hand into his hair to lift it away from his face, take in everything. He leans in to kiss Dezel's forehead, to kiss over his eyes, his cheeks before finally settling on his mouth and lingering there, turning slightly so Dezel can lean more on him. Maybe these beds aren't made for two but that won't stop Sorey from trying, scooting back until his back is against the pillow and the wall, knees falling apart so Dezel can lay between them.]
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He'd held on , and then he'd clung to Sorey, and he'd given a voice to the terrors Sorey knew he wouldn't be able to say. And finally when it was all over, when Sorey finally woke an age past with dust on his lips and memories of friends long dead in his heart, Dezel was there like he'd known somehow...or like he'd never really strayed far. Loyal, steadfast, desperate Dezel.]
Hey, [Sorey murmurs into Dezel's hair, pulling back so he can look at Dezel's face, pushing a hand into his hair to lift it away from his face, take in everything. He leans in to kiss Dezel's forehead, to kiss over his eyes, his cheeks before finally settling on his mouth and lingering there, turning slightly so Dezel can lean more on him. Maybe these beds aren't made for two but that won't stop Sorey from trying, scooting back until his back is against the pillow and the wall, knees falling apart so Dezel can lay between them.]