[Dezel feels like their time is honestly too short. The airship feels like a welcome reprieve from-- well, everything. Sorey's life since returning has been full of anxiety and long-buried grief, and it hasn't been easy for either of them. Still, Dezel wouldn't trade it for the world. Sorey's face every time he emerges from engineering-- grease-streaked, eyes wide with excitement, beaming like the sun itself-- is worth every iota of pain.
And it's not all pain, anyway. He has the Shepherd in his arms more than once, surprisingly pliant for someone with musculature, and they take it slow. He never takes more than Sorey offers, but he gives Sorey everything. He's never been happier. Even the airship, already flying on the wind, feels lighter than usual.
He shivers at the brunet's tentative touches, the sweet kisses that threaten to burn him up. He loses his shirt once and his breath hitches in a way that suggests Sorey is definitely doing the right thing. He returns it, gently pins the other as he kisses along tight hips and the curve of his abdomen.
Sometime in the afternoon, they finally sight land. Dezel does one last favor for them and speeds the ship onward, cutting off an extra half day of travel. The ship docks in an airship port not too different from the one Ladylake had, but the architecture is markedly different. There are a lot of stone roofs, ornate wood and brick houses, and the whole city is covered in white and pink blossoms. It smells sweet. Dezel all but presses himself against Sorey's side to keep him steady; a lot of people find it difficult to stand on land after flying for so long.]
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And it's not all pain, anyway. He has the Shepherd in his arms more than once, surprisingly pliant for someone with musculature, and they take it slow. He never takes more than Sorey offers, but he gives Sorey everything. He's never been happier. Even the airship, already flying on the wind, feels lighter than usual.
He shivers at the brunet's tentative touches, the sweet kisses that threaten to burn him up. He loses his shirt once and his breath hitches in a way that suggests Sorey is definitely doing the right thing. He returns it, gently pins the other as he kisses along tight hips and the curve of his abdomen.
Sometime in the afternoon, they finally sight land. Dezel does one last favor for them and speeds the ship onward, cutting off an extra half day of travel. The ship docks in an airship port not too different from the one Ladylake had, but the architecture is markedly different. There are a lot of stone roofs, ornate wood and brick houses, and the whole city is covered in white and pink blossoms. It smells sweet. Dezel all but presses himself against Sorey's side to keep him steady; a lot of people find it difficult to stand on land after flying for so long.]