[ so much has gone into this, that much is evident the moment he walks in. the lights, the food, the table with candles and wine. even koby, dressed the way he is flushed pink in the cheeks. he looks around in wonder at the place then he laughs softly, baffled. welcome home. something he never hears back in his world, because he doesn't have a home to return to that's not the ship. and who says welcome home to a sailor living daily upon a ship?
it hits him like a ton of bricks, shakes him a little. home. part of him knows that koby has always been home, the spinning center of his compass, that sure feeling when the wind blows and the way he knows exactly where to go and when. koby is that - a sure thing, fixed, imperfectly perfect.
he can't say much else but close the door and cross the distance between them, his eyes a little glassy as he reaches for koby's face. there's no hesitation when he leans down to kiss him, cradling his face between his palms, sweet and soft and adoring. there's a pulse in his own magic, something surprised and blooming and settled. he lets the kiss linger, long and slow and languorous as though he's been at sea for months and months and just returned landside. ]
Welcome home to you, too. [ a place that is theirs. a room that makes up everything they are and will be. he grins against koby's mouth, kissing him again and again, little butterfly kisses, each one bringing with it a bubble of laughter. ]
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it hits him like a ton of bricks, shakes him a little. home. part of him knows that koby has always been home, the spinning center of his compass, that sure feeling when the wind blows and the way he knows exactly where to go and when. koby is that - a sure thing, fixed, imperfectly perfect.
he can't say much else but close the door and cross the distance between them, his eyes a little glassy as he reaches for koby's face. there's no hesitation when he leans down to kiss him, cradling his face between his palms, sweet and soft and adoring. there's a pulse in his own magic, something surprised and blooming and settled. he lets the kiss linger, long and slow and languorous as though he's been at sea for months and months and just returned landside. ]
Welcome home to you, too. [ a place that is theirs. a room that makes up everything they are and will be. he grins against koby's mouth, kissing him again and again, little butterfly kisses, each one bringing with it a bubble of laughter. ]
This is incredible.