[ the phone with the speakers, the sound a little tinny but still sounding very much like the distant hiss of waves while sleeping in the belly of the boat. it's soothing, so much like his childhood, his whole life until now, and it rounds quentin's shoulders, smooths out worry lines in his face, lets him breathe a little easier. all this over a recording.
but he blinks up at koby, surprised by the way he straightens, at how close he sits, eyes lifting to meet the blue of koby's behind round glasses. his eyes flutter closed, the fingers in the tangles of his hair like the wind pushing through it on choppy seas. he sighs audibly this time, a pleasant smile pulling across his face before he looks up, eyes half-lidded. ]
It's everything.
[ he hums against the soft little kiss, letting his arms wrap a little tighter around koby's waist, reverent and adoring. he fits here against him, he always will, and something in his chest aches for the wanting of this moment to linger a little longer.
i'd bring the sea here, if i could. i'd do anything, for you.
he kisses koby again, so tender and soft, hands gentle as they come up to frame his face, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones, admiring him and adoring him even as he pulls away from it, a little dazed, nudging their noses together. ]
I don't need the sea if you're here. It's why this gift is everything to me. What is a sailor without his harbor? Without his compass and his sails? Without his ropes and astrolabes and spyglasses?
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[ the phone with the speakers, the sound a little tinny but still sounding very much like the distant hiss of waves while sleeping in the belly of the boat. it's soothing, so much like his childhood, his whole life until now, and it rounds quentin's shoulders, smooths out worry lines in his face, lets him breathe a little easier. all this over a recording.
but he blinks up at koby, surprised by the way he straightens, at how close he sits, eyes lifting to meet the blue of koby's behind round glasses. his eyes flutter closed, the fingers in the tangles of his hair like the wind pushing through it on choppy seas. he sighs audibly this time, a pleasant smile pulling across his face before he looks up, eyes half-lidded. ]
It's everything.
[ he hums against the soft little kiss, letting his arms wrap a little tighter around koby's waist, reverent and adoring. he fits here against him, he always will, and something in his chest aches for the wanting of this moment to linger a little longer.
i'd bring the sea here, if i could. i'd do anything, for you.
he kisses koby again, so tender and soft, hands gentle as they come up to frame his face, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones, admiring him and adoring him even as he pulls away from it, a little dazed, nudging their noses together. ]
I don't need the sea if you're here. It's why this gift is everything to me. What is a sailor without his harbor? Without his compass and his sails? Without his ropes and astrolabes and spyglasses?