[ The wind does sing with Zaveid's joy and there's something quiet about him as he stops, staring at the man in front of him. The seraph is glad to see him, delighted and thrilled in a way that's completely impossible to explain, and when he stops in front of him... It means that he can believe that it's real; Sorey really is back and with them all over again and there's no more doubt and despair.
It's been so long that Zaveid's felt it as actual time, stretching out in front of him; it's been centuries, really, and it's been a long, long wait. The fact that Sorey is back at all is enough to be something of a shock and he feels a prickle of something, a little like tears, and he feels his heart thud hard and fast in his chest, his eyes dancing over the human. He still looks so young, as fresh faced as ever, and he shakes his head as he steps forward.
There's no pause, at least, as he bends down and wraps his arms around him, dragging him close. His fingers move down and press against the small of Sorey's back even as he breathes him in, eyes closing. Sorey is real, he thinks, and it baffles him even as he basks, like sunlight breaking over a hill. ] You're late.
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It's been so long that Zaveid's felt it as actual time, stretching out in front of him; it's been centuries, really, and it's been a long, long wait. The fact that Sorey is back at all is enough to be something of a shock and he feels a prickle of something, a little like tears, and he feels his heart thud hard and fast in his chest, his eyes dancing over the human. He still looks so young, as fresh faced as ever, and he shakes his head as he steps forward.
There's no pause, at least, as he bends down and wraps his arms around him, dragging him close. His fingers move down and press against the small of Sorey's back even as he breathes him in, eyes closing. Sorey is real, he thinks, and it baffles him even as he basks, like sunlight breaking over a hill. ] You're late.