"We'd be washed out to sea. They'd never know how we died. How tragic." His lips twitch slightly. His spirits are lighter, enough that he can still joke a little bit.
He lets out another sigh and looks up the long walk. "Yes, they are," he mutters under his breath. Without more grumbling he gets moving. The good thing is that he's not in his plate. The climb this time will be much easier than his first one earlier.
Leaving behind the exposed strand feels akin to leaving a private room and being forced to go back to socializing. He can feel himself tensing up all over again, having to tuck away the person he could be with Dorian on the beach behind the shield of his command. To his credit, he doesn't resent it, only regrets it. It's hard to imagine the time or the freedom to take many moments like that in the days to come.
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He lets out another sigh and looks up the long walk. "Yes, they are," he mutters under his breath. Without more grumbling he gets moving. The good thing is that he's not in his plate. The climb this time will be much easier than his first one earlier.
Leaving behind the exposed strand feels akin to leaving a private room and being forced to go back to socializing. He can feel himself tensing up all over again, having to tuck away the person he could be with Dorian on the beach behind the shield of his command. To his credit, he doesn't resent it, only regrets it. It's hard to imagine the time or the freedom to take many moments like that in the days to come.