Mikleo's not about to be left behind, anyway. As soon as he's on his feet he's rushing after Sorey, and while he may be shorter, he can be fast with the proper incentive. His dive is only marginally more elegant, and that's being generous. Who cares about finesse when the ocean is calling? So in he goes.
....
oh god
oh god and it feels amazing
There's a pulse, a rush of energy and life surrounding him at once, the likes of which he'd honestly never felt before. He spreads his arms, letting himself sink into it, the water swallowing him up like an oversized sweater. It feels like curling up in Gramps' robes on a cold day, like hiding under a blanket with Sorey and a book on his bed. And there's a strangeness to it as well, specks of earth clouding his senses, and it takes him a long moment to realize it's the salt in the water. He can feel the pockets of air bubbling up from the sand beneath their feet, the flutter of fins as sea life scatters between their kicking feet. He opens his eyes underwater, and the whole world comes alive with colour- rocks, coral, fish, the things he'd seen only in rust-coloured pages, black ink, and his dreams.
It's euphoric, beyond description, and it takes tremendous effort to kick off the bottom and surface again, reaching his hand out to find his partner.]
Sorey...!
[It's not enough to explain it, and he won't even try. He needs the armatus- this feeling is too incredible not to share.]
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Mikleo's not about to be left behind, anyway. As soon as he's on his feet he's rushing after Sorey, and while he may be shorter, he can be fast with the proper incentive. His dive is only marginally more elegant, and that's being generous. Who cares about finesse when the ocean is calling? So in he goes.
....
oh god
oh god and it feels amazing
There's a pulse, a rush of energy and life surrounding him at once, the likes of which he'd honestly never felt before. He spreads his arms, letting himself sink into it, the water swallowing him up like an oversized sweater. It feels like curling up in Gramps' robes on a cold day, like hiding under a blanket with Sorey and a book on his bed. And there's a strangeness to it as well, specks of earth clouding his senses, and it takes him a long moment to realize it's the salt in the water. He can feel the pockets of air bubbling up from the sand beneath their feet, the flutter of fins as sea life scatters between their kicking feet. He opens his eyes underwater, and the whole world comes alive with colour- rocks, coral, fish, the things he'd seen only in rust-coloured pages, black ink, and his dreams.
It's euphoric, beyond description, and it takes tremendous effort to kick off the bottom and surface again, reaching his hand out to find his partner.]
Sorey...!
[It's not enough to explain it, and he won't even try. He needs the armatus- this feeling is too incredible not to share.]