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[monolike]

[The first thing Sorey thinks as he falls is what Lailah said as they left Camlann; that without his domain, all of them would instantly be hellions. The ground collapses beneath his feet, the wind drake behind him snaps up his cloak in its jaws and he sees the terror on Mikleo's face just before Symonne's laughter shrieks out and he and the drake fall together.

If they're too far away from me-

He can still feel their connection. He can still feel them, even if they can't go to him, and Sorey prays that's enough.

Wind rushes past them and Sorey tries to wrench out of the drake's grip (It's gotta be a wind seraph, Zaveid had shouted as they were thrown into the thick of battle in the tight corridors of the fortress), twisting and turning, sword in his hand. They'd weakened the drake considerably as a team but he's not sure he's powerful enough on his own to purify it, not even with all the strength he's gathered. Not without the others.

Hopefully, because Rose is there, they'll be okay. Please, please, I can't lose anyone else-

They fall far but hit a collapsed spire at an angle; in the mess the drake releases Sorey (or maybe his cloak tears, he can't tell) and he tumbles, bumps against it and hits the ground hard enough to rattle his teeth in his head and jar his bones. He pushes himself up, ignoring the bruises and aches, the constant, thumping worry of his heart and puts his sword between he and the drake as it sways up to its feet.]

Don't worry, [he promises the poor thing, because thank god, thank god it's not a dragon yet. There's still hope.] I'm going to save you. Don't worry, it'll be over soon.

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[sylphystia]

A typewriter? Oh, right. The clacky thing. You'd probably love to take it apart.

[Dezel's not going just yet, but as he moves to fuss over the bed anyway, Sorey grabs him. He pauses immediately and glances down at him, a little bit surprised-- but then that faint smile returns.]

Sorey, [he says patiently as he removes his hat,] you don't have to ask.

[As far as he's concerned, Sorey has free rein to kiss him as much as he wants. Sorey's the one who hasn't lived for a thousand years; he's the one who needs to learn how to navigate personal relationships, how to kiss and hold someone in the right way. How to ask for things when he wants them. How to take them when they're offered.

He reaches around Sorey to set the hat on the nightstand, then continues leaning in. His fingers are warm and surprisingly gentle as he cups his savior's face and guides him into a tender kiss. This one is more practiced, with less chapped lips and cool air harassing them from all sides, though Dezel finds it in him to play a little with the feather earrings.]

[monolike]

[It's really hard not to get wrapped up in Dezel; for every part of him that's straightforward and down to earth, there's another that shrouds him in mystery and sucks Sorey in, eager to solve a riddle of which he has no comprehension of the scope. Dezel slides in close and cups his face and Sorey tilts up automatically, heart in his throat as Dezel leans in to kiss him sure and soft. His earrings flick gently and Sorey can't tell if it's from Dezel's fingers or a breeze, but in the end it doesn't matter.

He's swept up for all of a moment before he reaches up to slide a hand around the back of Dezel's neck, face burning. He pulls back far enough to give him a playful scowl, flicking his forehead.]

I said I wanted to kiss you, [he points out before this time pulling Dezel to meet him instead, a little uncoordinated but all the more eager for it, tongue flitting against Dezel's lip in a fit of boldness before Sorey backs off to grin cheekily, face flushed but happy, so happy.]

[sylphystia]

[Sorey is so damn cute when he pouts like that. Dezel hears it, he sees it like only he can. He might just overflow with all this ridiculous joy. It really is ridiculous. He's like a kid again. He's found an old part of himself that he never, ever wants to bury again.]

Sorry, [he mumbles against Sorey's lips, but the smile proves that he isn't really sorry at all. The other man's shy bravery is refreshingly honest, albeit brief. It leaves the wind seraph just as blissfully scarlet.]

Wanna try that again? Or should we stop?

[He doesn't want to stop, but Sorey also looks like he might spontaneously burst into flames. Maybe he really does want to sleep. Dezel can't really fault him if he can't.]

[monolike]

Can- [Sorey hesitates, a little shocked at his own nerve, but he rubs his thumb against Dezel's neck and plows bravely onward.] Can I...see your teeth really quick?

[sylphystia]

[... Oh.

Well, now he is definitely scarlet.]

They look worse than they are. You won't get hurt if you touch them.

[A real shark would have teeth like needles and probably lose them all the time. Still, Sorey is curious, so he pulls his lips back in his usual not-quite-scowl. After a moment, he gets an idea.

He takes Sorey's other hand, warms it in his palms, and then flashes a brief grin before he nibbles on the other man's fingers.

See? It's not so bad.]

[monolike]

[SC
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DON'T MIND SOREY JUST DYING RIGHT HERE]

I-I see. It's- I mean- [He probably shouldn't say aloud that it feels like that one time a puppy had chewed on his hand, mostly because that and this gave him VASTLY DIFFERENT FEELINGS.] Dezel, you- What're you gonna do if somebody comes in here?! Geez-

[sylphystia]

[Something about the way Sorey freaks out is just so satisfying. Dezel is pretty sure this is why people get him riled up instead. Welp. Time to pay it forward.]

The room's ours and it's nighttime.

[The chances of someone bursting in on them are pretty low as is, and even if they tried, Dezel could slam the door shut. But that wasn't quite a no he heard, so he just... continues... he's probably going to keep nibbling and sucking on those two fingers until Sorey gives up.]

[monolike]

You're such a jerk sometimes... [OH HO IT'S A BATTLE OF WILLS IS IT???

Well, it is sincerely unfair that on top of being beautiful Dezel is being terrifyingly handsome, and Sorey has to hide his face against his shoulder even though he knows Dezel can't technically see it. His teeth and tongue kind of tickle, but at the same time it feels so good in a way Sorey is wholly unfamiliar with. He squirms and peeks at Dezel sucking on his fingers, teeth points pricking gentle against his first knuckles and he can hear the blood pounding in his ear. What would his teeth feel like on Sorey's lips? His own tongue? ...elsewhere?

Ohhhh geez oh geez. Sorey shoves his face into Dezel's hair as shivers wrack down his spine. He's kind of terrified of it but at the same time he wants to do more with Dezel, so badly. He wraps his free arm around Dezel's shoulders, fingers digging into the firm muscle of his back as Sorey tries to hang on.]

[sylphystia]

[Sorey's quickly getting overwhelmed, so Dezel quietly chalks that up under the yes column. At the same time he doesn't want to alienate Sorey either. He breathes a soft chuckle as the Shepherd clings to him. He really is cute... and handsome, and Dezel doesn't need eyes to see that much.

He shifts his grip, leaving little kisses on the inside of Sorey's palm instead, all the way to his wrist. Then Dezel nips a little. He'd like to continue, but there's this thing called a shirt, and Sorey wears long sleeves for some reason.]

See, I won't hurt you.

[There should be an element of teasing in there, but he's honest in this. A thousand years, and he's learned to deal with his curse. He'll protect Sorey with everything he has, not as a guardian of the Grand Shepherd's resting place but--

-- but as a friend, a companion. A lover. Someone who knows his true name.

He turns his head a bit, halting the kisses so he can nuzzle into Sorey's hair.]

If you need a minute...

[monolike]

[He wears long sleeves to defend against shark attacks, obviously,

There's a tinge of loneliness, of desperation that wasn't there before that helps chase off some of that overwhelming feeling. Sorey manages to pull back far enough to search Dezel's face, brows pinched in worry.] ... I've never been worried about you hurting me, [Sorey chides gently, carding his fingers through Dezel's hair.

He draws up to his full height and gently tugs at Dezel until he bends enough for Sorey to coax his ear over his heart.] Here; just listen. [His heartbeat is a bit fast, but steady and strong. Sorey plays with the ends of Dezel's hair idly.] That's not going anywhere. I'm not going anywhere. Okay?

[sylphystia]

But you asked--

[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.

[monolike]

Yeah, these bunks aren't exactly built for sharing, huh? [Sorey tuts. PITY.

He's not quite done yet though. He runs his still tingling fingertips down Dezel's back, walking his fingers carefully down his spine. Dezel's shoulders are so masculine and broad; Sorey had no idea he liked that but lo, he really really does, so he rubs his hand across them, relishing Dezel's weight against his chest.]

[sylphystia]

[Dezel chuckles lowly.] We could make it work if you really wanted. [He doesn't move though, not yet; he's letting Sorey explore with his fingertips much in the same way Dezel learned his face. It feels nice to be held, to have his back rubbed. He's sure Sorey would like it, too.

So he slips his now ungloved hands beneath the hem of Sorey's shirt, slow and warm. He finds the shape of his hips, traces the lines up, up, up across his abdomen and the various little scars left from prickleboar hunting and saving the world. His thumbs tease at Sorey's nips only for a moment-- and then his hands shift to Sorey's back, kneading into the muscles of his back as if he were a bird with tired wings.]

[monolike]

[Dezel's hands slip up his shirt and Sorey tenses up a little bit before he relaxes. Dezel's so touchy, and while it feels like it shouldn't be a big deal considering they've literally shared a body, this is a whole new kind of intimacy that he's just not used to. He also knows Dezel's getting a kick out of making him yelp and twitch so even when those thumbs brush over his nipples he suppresses everything except for the barest jump of his shoulders. Punk.

But then Dezel digs his fingers into Sorey's back and he relaxes again, marginally, though he does give Dezel a chiding thump to his back.]

You're not gonna rile me up again, you know. I'm not that easy! [Sorey you literally just told him how inexperienced you are, like, not even two hours ago.]

[sylphystia]

[Sorey's the punk, honestly, but Dezel wouldn't have it any other way. He straightens so he can leave a few lazy fluttery kisses at Sorey's throat.] I wouldn't say you're easy. I had to wait a thousand years to kiss you.

[Not that he was lovesick in that time. He didn't really have the capacity to think about that right after he'd been freed. Something eased when he let himself live a little and accept the chance he'd been given. Seraphim have a different concept of time, and even a loner like Dezel has kissed someone once or twice.]

[monolike]

[yOU ARe kisSINg hiS THROat

That doesn't pass without a squeak, but Sorey is way too interested/nervous to get annoyed about slipping up. He clutches Dezel and tries to pull his thoughts together into coherency, even though Dezel's lips are so light they're almost ticklish.] ....what? -uh! I mean, yeah, you...wait, did you want to kiss me before?

[sylphystia]

I realized some things after... the final battle.

[While he and Rose had been close in a slightly different way, the Shepherd's pact is also very intimate. Watching over him, Dezel came to the conclusion that he wanted Sorey back-- if not to love him (that was clearly Mikleo's domain), then to just bathe in his presence.]

I just wanted you to wake up. We all missed you.

[He doesn't stop the kisses, though, eventually making his way to Sorey's ear. His fingertips continue working at the muscles in the other man's back, gentle and reassuring.]

[monolike]

[Despite Dezel's steady path from Sorey's sensitive neck to his equally sensitive ear, his words sober him a bit. Sorey wraps his arms around Dezel's shoulders and buries his face against his hair with a sigh.] Oh, Dezel.

I missed you too. Seeing your face first thing- I couldn't have asked for anything better.

[sylphystia]

[The hug is surprisingly welcome. Sometimes he likes being held, too, though he doesn't always talk about it. There's just-- something about it. Something about someone's arms around him, whether they're small or large, that makes him feel connected to the world around him.

Sorey's face in his hair is a nice touch.]

I'm sure you could if you thought about it.

[It's mild and half-joking. He loops his arms around Sorey's middle, arm and tight.]

It just means we're even. You're the first thing I saw when you purified me, after all... Can't say I didn't think the same thing.

[monolike]

[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.]

[sylphystia]

[It's true. People don't have such tiny hearts that they can't make room for multiple people. It's especially true of seraphim who live for eons; they learn how to move on, experiencing joy and grief in equal measure, until they finally return to the element they came from.

The former Shepherd calls to him softly. His true name isn't involved but Dezel pays attention anyway. The hand in his hair bids his eyes open, pale and fluttering, until Sorey's lips find his skin.]

Sorey...

[He doesn't finish that thought. He's stunned by the tenderness with which he's kissed and touched. He slowly takes it in, breathing in delicately, afraid to move as if that might scare Sorey away. Dezel certainly isn't about to break the kiss that's so gently offered to him; he presses into it, soft and lingering and wanting. He braces himself against the bed with one arm while the other traces the curve of Sorey's cheek, leaving the lightest impression of calloused fingertips against his skin. He's surprised (and amused) to find the barest hint of baby fuzz keeping Sorey's skin ridiculously soft.

Given some time, he'll taste Sorey's bottom lip between his, and the hand on his jaw will slip downward to rub at the brunet's side.]

[monolike]

[Hey, shut up! Give him a couple years, that'll become a beard powerful enough to make a mountain man jealous! ...maybe. Okay, so Sorey secretly wants a super masculine beard. It always makes guys look even more adventurous.

Dezel's careful attention in return is a stark contrast from earlier, but not unwelcome. Sorey doesn't think he's ready for anything much more than this, gentle exploration and tentative tastes, but he's more than happy to indulge in it.

Somehow they do make two people work on these beds, though Sorey suspects as he drifts off that Dezel is less comfortable and more reluctant to leave the warmth of Sorey's arms. It's all right; falling asleep with someone on top of him is far more comforting than he thought it would be. And as he dreams he dreams of quiet nights bundled up with his family, when they were still learning his limitations as a human, allowing him to run himself to exhaustion and collecting him from wherever he'd collapsed into the grass to cart him lovingly off to bed. Dezel smells like nights in the meadows.

Their days progress on the ship with little difficulty. Sorey is set to simple cleaning tasks, but at some point worms his way down into engineering and gets a crash course in how an airship's engines work. He writes down everything excitedly, notebook constantly tucked into his back pocket, hunting down Dezel to make regular reports and to watch him manipulate the wind in their sails.

They spend the majority of their evenings together, hands roaming and mapping and learning, mouths brushing and touching and tasting. Sorey gets bold enough to push Dezel's shirt up one night, kissing down his belly, marveling at himself. He'd read plenty of filthy books but he'd never devoted much thought to doing any of those things he'd read himself one day. Go figure; how he's taking tips from The Unmatched Agony of Love, something that he'll never tell Dezel for the sake of protecting his dignity.]

[sylphystia]

[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.]

[monolike]

[Sorey absolutely leans on Dezel, half because he's unsteady on his feet but mostly because he likes the feel of Dezel's strong, warm side against his own. He slings an arm around his back, hanging onto his jacket as he takes in the quaintness of the dock as compared to the towering majesty of the crown city.]

You said this place is famous for its herbal potions and elixirs, right? Is that why there are flowers everywhere?

[sylphystia]

[Dezel doesn't seem to mind being clung to. It helps keep him grounded, ironically. As they step onto land again, he breathes in the sweet spring air.]

Not quite. It's just the season for these-- [... he's interrupted by a ridiculous sneeze.] -- ugh. These trees blossom for three months straight. It's a special plant cultivated by settlers a few thousand years ago, or so I was told.

[He sniffles miserably and rubs at his nose.]

They managed to make Omega Elixir with what they had available on the continent. Adding to that, people here live ridiculously long lives-- a hundred and twenty, sometimes. That's why it's called the Elixir of the East.

[Dezel leads him down the main road. It's not quiet by any means, but there are plenty of beautiful carriages made of both wood and metal. Most interesting is the garb: natives appear to be wearing layered robes with various levels of customization. They really are a long way from Glenwood, but boy is it colorful.]