[ Sophia curls up in Falco's pocket immediately, a tiny, cozy weight that takes comfort in the steady beat of his heart her sensitive ears can hear so clearly. Paul looks down at the pin Falco has fastened to him, almost as if struck dumb by command of those bold letters, his mouth half-parted and speechless.
When his green eyes flick back up to Falco, there's a sheen on them that can't be explained by the salt-wind. His shoulders hitch up, and then, without warning, he pulls Falco into a tight, close hug, careful only of their respective Omens and nothing else. ]
I don't deserve you. [ He says, throat tight, words breathed next to Falco's ear. ] The world doesn't deserve you.
[ Pride and love could crack his chest open. The malaise of the sea that lingers over him feels, for this instant, lifted away and banished back out to the far horizon. When he sits back from Falco again, he's blinking hard, but he's smiling. ]
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When his green eyes flick back up to Falco, there's a sheen on them that can't be explained by the salt-wind. His shoulders hitch up, and then, without warning, he pulls Falco into a tight, close hug, careful only of their respective Omens and nothing else. ]
I don't deserve you. [ He says, throat tight, words breathed next to Falco's ear. ] The world doesn't deserve you.
[ Pride and love could crack his chest open. The malaise of the sea that lingers over him feels, for this instant, lifted away and banished back out to the far horizon. When he sits back from Falco again, he's blinking hard, but he's smiling. ]
I'd like that. I'd like it a lot. Thank you.