Declan laughed and Aoba’s heart took a lurch, his eyes jumping from his poor Allmate to the Guardian’s face—and as embarrassing as it was, he was so immediately smitten that he both forgave the laughter at Ren’s expense, and couldn’t find anything in him to protest when Declan reached in and took his other hand, pulling him out of his seat as easily as the weightless entity he now was.
But Ren was safe soon enough, digging his little claws into the metal grating of a shelf and heaving a little dog-sigh with ears skewed and pink tongue sticking out, leaving Aoba free to be bewildered by the sensations of zero gravity. His cloak, the gear straps on his vest and belt, even his hair were suddenly suspended in the air and reacting to every little motion of his body as if he were floating underwater, minus the feel of any water itself actually acting against his body. It wasn’t frightening, he realized, but it was bizarre.
Declan’s face, though. The way it came alive when he laughed, when his eyes sparkled with good humor that was even brighter than their naturally otherworldy glow. An image flicked across his thoughts, one he wasn’t even rightly sure he could blame on Desire, of how easy it might be to just give his arms a tug, pull himself in, tilt his head and—
He did nothing of the sort and stared down towards his feet instead. Yep. Sure were nowhere near the floor. Aoba was suddenly very glad for the shell of the ship all around them.
“Okay. Okay, um. Wow.” Words were useless for the moment, but he was adjusting, his heart only pounding because of Declan’s laugh and smile.
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But Ren was safe soon enough, digging his little claws into the metal grating of a shelf and heaving a little dog-sigh with ears skewed and pink tongue sticking out, leaving Aoba free to be bewildered by the sensations of zero gravity. His cloak, the gear straps on his vest and belt, even his hair were suddenly suspended in the air and reacting to every little motion of his body as if he were floating underwater, minus the feel of any water itself actually acting against his body. It wasn’t frightening, he realized, but it was bizarre.
Declan’s face, though. The way it came alive when he laughed, when his eyes sparkled with good humor that was even brighter than their naturally otherworldy glow. An image flicked across his thoughts, one he wasn’t even rightly sure he could blame on Desire, of how easy it might be to just give his arms a tug, pull himself in, tilt his head and—
He did nothing of the sort and stared down towards his feet instead. Yep. Sure were nowhere near the floor. Aoba was suddenly very glad for the shell of the ship all around them.
“Okay. Okay, um. Wow.” Words were useless for the moment, but he was adjusting, his heart only pounding because of Declan’s laugh and smile.