[Dezel peers blindly up into his face. He's concerned about the way Sorey hangs his head. It's okay to be nervous, but he hopes he hasn't made Sorey feel awful somehow, or lords forbid, sad. The wind seraph feels he should do something but he isn't sure what. He feels so utterly useless when confronted with human emotions. But... maybe Sorey's okay? Maybe he's just gathering himself up...?
I do love you. Five Lords, they haven't even broached that topic yet, but there it is. Sorey is sweet and direct as he is in all things. There is no doubt that Dezel is falling-- and hard.
Sorey shifts and touches his hair. Dezel breathes out slowly despite his panicking heartbeat and strokes his way up the other's arm.
And then he hears his name.
Sorey whispers it with love in every syllable, as if it isn't a name but a spell, and it pulls at everything Dezel is and could ever be. It binds him and it frees him all at once, breathes color into memories, breathes life into barren chambers of his heart. He shivers again and clutches Sorey's arm but not enough to hurt.]
I-- I love you, too.
[There was never any other answer, but he feels so dumb stuttering it out like he's some kind of teenager. Not to mention he is blushing badly. Maybe Sorey won't notice. Dezel decides to make sure of that by touching Sorey's chin and guiding him into another kiss. The kiss is practically burning and a touch more desperate. Hungrier, somehow.
There are a lot of words for what he feels, but this isn't the time. When it comes down to it... Dezel's always expressed himself with actions rather than words.]
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Date: 2017-04-10 06:33 am (UTC)[Dezel peers blindly up into his face. He's concerned about the way Sorey hangs his head. It's okay to be nervous, but he hopes he hasn't made Sorey feel awful somehow, or lords forbid, sad. The wind seraph feels he should do something but he isn't sure what. He feels so utterly useless when confronted with human emotions. But... maybe Sorey's okay? Maybe he's just gathering himself up...?
I do love you. Five Lords, they haven't even broached that topic yet, but there it is. Sorey is sweet and direct as he is in all things. There is no doubt that Dezel is falling-- and hard.
Sorey shifts and touches his hair. Dezel breathes out slowly despite his panicking heartbeat and strokes his way up the other's arm.
And then he hears his name.
Sorey whispers it with love in every syllable, as if it isn't a name but a spell, and it pulls at everything Dezel is and could ever be. It binds him and it frees him all at once, breathes color into memories, breathes life into barren chambers of his heart. He shivers again and clutches Sorey's arm but not enough to hurt.]
I-- I love you, too.
[There was never any other answer, but he feels so dumb stuttering it out like he's some kind of teenager. Not to mention he is blushing badly. Maybe Sorey won't notice. Dezel decides to make sure of that by touching Sorey's chin and guiding him into another kiss. The kiss is practically burning and a touch more desperate. Hungrier, somehow.
There are a lot of words for what he feels, but this isn't the time. When it comes down to it... Dezel's always expressed himself with actions rather than words.]