[ the longing that splits koby's face into something raw and open is palpable - in a way that he's sure he could slide his hand up from his chin, his jaw, his cheek, his brow and feel the way it might pulse and pull under his skin. he doesn't - that would be too presumptuous and he doesn't want to break whatever wistful spell the other man is under. it makes his own heart ache for a freedom he can't be sure he'll ever have again. ]
Entirely ocean? [ he huffs, a little baffled, a little surprised by the sheer thought of it. but he listens to the way koby describes it, eyes following the way his finger moves in the air and draws the invisible map, already creating a mental image himself of a little island with a pale-haired, soft eyed boy watching the waves roll in. no different than him standing as a child, hand in one of a man he didn't know, staring up the hulking bow of the grays, its sails flying the crimson sails of the regent.
they both come out of their dreamlike world and quentin looks over koby's face again, his body relaxing a little, trying to mask the yearning in his own chest. ]
Koby. Much nicer than cadet. But if you're saying I don't look the part of a Quentin or a Lieutenant, then what would you name me? I'd love to hear what you think suits me.
[ he smiles a little, nose crinkling and brows waggling. it's easy to overturn the soft, emotional moment with the nerves this man has. so, with a shrug of his shoulder, he nods his head, giving a lazy little sailor's salute and pushes to his feet. ]
Of course, Cadet Koby, I will heed your every command. [ it's true, for all his bite back, he's done everything koby has asked of him, pliant and jovial in a way that one might not expect. he towers over the smaller man, but there's a glint of something in his eyes when he reaches to straighten his glasses. and then, a little dramatic bow though it makes him wince for the pain in one side: ]
Can't have you seeing crooked before we get going - lead the way, goodly navigator, I will follow your compass to the end.
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Entirely ocean? [ he huffs, a little baffled, a little surprised by the sheer thought of it. but he listens to the way koby describes it, eyes following the way his finger moves in the air and draws the invisible map, already creating a mental image himself of a little island with a pale-haired, soft eyed boy watching the waves roll in. no different than him standing as a child, hand in one of a man he didn't know, staring up the hulking bow of the grays, its sails flying the crimson sails of the regent.
they both come out of their dreamlike world and quentin looks over koby's face again, his body relaxing a little, trying to mask the yearning in his own chest. ]
Koby. Much nicer than cadet. But if you're saying I don't look the part of a Quentin or a Lieutenant, then what would you name me? I'd love to hear what you think suits me.
[ he smiles a little, nose crinkling and brows waggling. it's easy to overturn the soft, emotional moment with the nerves this man has. so, with a shrug of his shoulder, he nods his head, giving a lazy little sailor's salute and pushes to his feet. ]
Of course, Cadet Koby, I will heed your every command. [ it's true, for all his bite back, he's done everything koby has asked of him, pliant and jovial in a way that one might not expect. he towers over the smaller man, but there's a glint of something in his eyes when he reaches to straighten his glasses. and then, a little dramatic bow though it makes him wince for the pain in one side: ]
Can't have you seeing crooked before we get going - lead the way, goodly navigator, I will follow your compass to the end.