[ koby adjusts the headhones and even being able to hear a sliver of the true sound around him helps, relieves some of the pressure in his chest. how odd to be without sound, without surroundings, without his balance and certainty. but he trusts koby, of course, more than he trusts himself. koby all kind and sweet-faced, trying to act like being kind is foreign to him.
it’s one of the things he loves about him. one of many.
(he won’t think too hard about that - so absent minded and true that he hasn’t even realized he’s felt it that way).
but koby prattles on before the sound starts. he half expects music, like the club, but when it starts off a gentle hush turning into the trickle of waves and seaspray, the lazy lap of the ocean slapping against rocks and shore. a ship at dock, gulls occasionally crying in the distance, the wind rippling the water, the sun bright and warm, a calm and quiet that feels so much like home it’s easy to forget they’re on a little paddle boat far from it.
his expression warms, startled by every familiar sound, eyes turning to koby almost immediately, widening and baffled. ]
How…?
[ he doesn’t understand, his fingers flexing against koby’s, his face twisted in something like sorrow and longing and joy all in one. he listens for a long moment, air caught up in his throat before he speaks again. ]
I haven’t heard the sea in so long.
[ he can’t help but close his eyes against it, let his senses take over, tricking him and making it seem like he’s on some ship far, far away, in the crow’s nest. it’s muscle memory that pulls koby up to his lap, brings him close, lets him wrap his arms around him and feel him as part of it all. ]
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it’s one of the things he loves about him. one of many.
(he won’t think too hard about that - so absent minded and true that he hasn’t even realized he’s felt it that way).
but koby prattles on before the sound starts. he half expects music, like the club, but when it starts off a gentle hush turning into the trickle of waves and seaspray, the lazy lap of the ocean slapping against rocks and shore. a ship at dock, gulls occasionally crying in the distance, the wind rippling the water, the sun bright and warm, a calm and quiet that feels so much like home it’s easy to forget they’re on a little paddle boat far from it.
his expression warms, startled by every familiar sound, eyes turning to koby almost immediately, widening and baffled. ]
How…?
[ he doesn’t understand, his fingers flexing against koby’s, his face twisted in something like sorrow and longing and joy all in one. he listens for a long moment, air caught up in his throat before he speaks again. ]
I haven’t heard the sea in so long.
[ he can’t help but close his eyes against it, let his senses take over, tricking him and making it seem like he’s on some ship far, far away, in the crow’s nest. it’s muscle memory that pulls koby up to his lap, brings him close, lets him wrap his arms around him and feel him as part of it all. ]
It’s like home.