[ quentin feels so strange under her gaze, like she's gently prying down the iron walls he keeps erected, careful and meticulous, gentle. it isn't a bad feeling, no - it's the first time in a very long time he doesn't feel so lonely. that the yearning of the sea hasn't left him lost, wandering.
her fingers touch his cheek and he sighs, eyes closing against the touch, the blue shimmer of magic around him swelling at the kindness, swirling up her arm and around her frame, like meeting like. a whisper on her skin - like me - his magic welcoming hers. ]
I don't know if I can find a safe port now. [ but he has, in a way - in a person. a person with no dock or ship or landmark - but a gentle heart, a sweet soul. koby burns in his mind and when he raises a hand to touch the one at his cheek, he lets out a long, long sigh. ]
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her fingers touch his cheek and he sighs, eyes closing against the touch, the blue shimmer of magic around him swelling at the kindness, swirling up her arm and around her frame, like meeting like. a whisper on her skin - like me - his magic welcoming hers. ]
I don't know if I can find a safe port now. [ but he has, in a way - in a person. a person with no dock or ship or landmark - but a gentle heart, a sweet soul. koby burns in his mind and when he raises a hand to touch the one at his cheek, he lets out a long, long sigh. ]
For me and - those I care about.