[Like the sun blotting out. Like losing a limb. A howling emptiness that even checking in on the others doesn't cure. He knows where Luffy's gone -- home, back to their world, back to a place where he's Koby's enemy. Back where all the crew is destined to go, eventually.
When Koby opens the door, it's with shaky hands, with his heart in his throat, because even though he can feel Quentin's presence pulsing and warm and shining like a sunlit sea, what if -- what if it's not real, what if it's a trick, what if he opens the door and finds this room empty too?
He doesn't, of course. Quentin is there, real and warm and solid, and Koby crosses the room in a couple quick strides, clinging onto his boyfriend with both arms, with all the strength in his body, breath coming quick, shuddery.]
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felt it.
[Like the sun blotting out. Like losing a limb. A howling emptiness that even checking in on the others doesn't cure. He knows where Luffy's gone -- home, back to their world, back to a place where he's Koby's enemy. Back where all the crew is destined to go, eventually.
When Koby opens the door, it's with shaky hands, with his heart in his throat, because even though he can feel Quentin's presence pulsing and warm and shining like a sunlit sea, what if -- what if it's not real, what if it's a trick, what if he opens the door and finds this room empty too?
He doesn't, of course. Quentin is there, real and warm and solid, and Koby crosses the room in a couple quick strides, clinging onto his boyfriend with both arms, with all the strength in his body, breath coming quick, shuddery.]