[ quentin knows nothing else but the feeling of koby's lips on his, the thread of fingers into his hair, the pounding of their hearts with chests pressed together. he can taste sea salt, tears, the sun, sweetness - all of it coming back to him like their first day in the arena, with battered bodies and tired souls that so happen to find one another.
and that's what it is now.
his arms wrap around koby's waist, pulling him in, wanting the nearness, uncaring who should see him close the distance, wanting to feel him real and warm and bright. he pulls away from the kiss on a gasp, foreheads and noses touching. ]
I don't know how - [ a breath, because he can feel the burn of tears trying to come on again. ] I don't know how I got here.
[ the tossing of the ocean, the angry screams of witches and wizards on the shores, the way alonso had tried so, so hard to hold onto him and the gold chain round his throat. (there's a mark - almost like a burn - around his throat where once, a high cuffed collar had been wrapped round his neck).
he kisses koby again and again, short things in bursts and wanting to commit the feel and taste of him right now. in case their time is limited. ]
I love you. Fuck, I love you - do you - [ a watery laugh of his own and his hands slide up to koby's face, keeping him close. ]
I never - I dreamt about you. I saw you in the corner of my eye, I felt you and I couldn't... I couldn't get to you. I reached for you - to see what horizon you would - but I couldn't -
[ a sigh, a shake of his head. ]
I love you, captain. Cadet. Commander. Mine, sweetest mine, and I will - you have all of me. All. Let me stay. Let me stay a little while, please. I've...
[ i've been alone so, so long is what he wants to say, his body so weary, his bones aching. his hands have little scars and new calluses, his skin flushed darker by the sun, his ribs and angles more defined, his hair dirty, his face smudged. ]
I know if you can't - it's... it's a ship. I know.
[ rules, regulations, order. especially here where things aren't quite as free unless you're on one of the pirate's ships. ]
I'll go when - when I have to but - just a little longer. That's all I need - just... just a little.
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and that's what it is now.
his arms wrap around koby's waist, pulling him in, wanting the nearness, uncaring who should see him close the distance, wanting to feel him real and warm and bright. he pulls away from the kiss on a gasp, foreheads and noses touching. ]
I don't know how - [ a breath, because he can feel the burn of tears trying to come on again. ] I don't know how I got here.
[ the tossing of the ocean, the angry screams of witches and wizards on the shores, the way alonso had tried so, so hard to hold onto him and the gold chain round his throat. (there's a mark - almost like a burn - around his throat where once, a high cuffed collar had been wrapped round his neck).
he kisses koby again and again, short things in bursts and wanting to commit the feel and taste of him right now. in case their time is limited. ]
I love you. Fuck, I love you - do you - [ a watery laugh of his own and his hands slide up to koby's face, keeping him close. ]
I never - I dreamt about you. I saw you in the corner of my eye, I felt you and I couldn't... I couldn't get to you. I reached for you - to see what horizon you would - but I couldn't -
[ a sigh, a shake of his head. ]
I love you, captain. Cadet. Commander. Mine, sweetest mine, and I will - you have all of me. All. Let me stay. Let me stay a little while, please. I've...
[ i've been alone so, so long is what he wants to say, his body so weary, his bones aching. his hands have little scars and new calluses, his skin flushed darker by the sun, his ribs and angles more defined, his hair dirty, his face smudged. ]
I know if you can't - it's... it's a ship. I know.
[ rules, regulations, order. especially here where things aren't quite as free unless you're on one of the pirate's ships. ]
I'll go when - when I have to but - just a little longer. That's all I need - just... just a little.