Even without the stuck boot and the slosh of water, slinking away unnoticed isn't an option when the frisson of energy between them has already alerted the Remnant. He turns his head, his profile illuminated by the gentle ebb and flow of the water, and lets silence stretch between them for a moment before letting his body follow. Is it possible that he'll harbour resentment for the way they'd played with him outside of Edge? Perhaps, but right now Yazoo feels nothing but burgeoning warmth for the other man.
He'd like to show him as much. )
Brother ...
( The barest hint of a smirk touches the corners of Yazoo's lips as he moves out of the water. The sea pulls at him, and little pinpricks of light drag against his leathers, but he ignores the brush of tentacles and other detritus as he rises from the glowing foam. )
I'm glad to see you.
( And he is. Yazoo can feel Mother's cells in him too—their connection is irrefutable—and they thrum through every fibre of his being as he closes the distance between them. Cloud looks ... different, he thinks, to how he remembers him from their previous fight, but it hardly seems to matter in that moment. All he wants is to be close to him again, which is evident in the way he decides to ignore the idea of personal space and reach for both of Cloud's hands with his own. )
Now we can search for Mother together.
( Dark lashes dip low as, unbeknownst to him, the aphrodisiac begins to tingle into his extremities. )
I'm sorry about Yazoo 8')
( Yazoo feels him before he sees him.
Even without the stuck boot and the slosh of water, slinking away unnoticed isn't an option when the frisson of energy between them has already alerted the Remnant. He turns his head, his profile illuminated by the gentle ebb and flow of the water, and lets silence stretch between them for a moment before letting his body follow. Is it possible that he'll harbour resentment for the way they'd played with him outside of Edge? Perhaps, but right now Yazoo feels nothing but burgeoning warmth for the other man.
He'd like to show him as much. )
Brother ...
( The barest hint of a smirk touches the corners of Yazoo's lips as he moves out of the water. The sea pulls at him, and little pinpricks of light drag against his leathers, but he ignores the brush of tentacles and other detritus as he rises from the glowing foam. )
I'm glad to see you.
( And he is. Yazoo can feel Mother's cells in him too—their connection is irrefutable—and they thrum through every fibre of his being as he closes the distance between them. Cloud looks ... different, he thinks, to how he remembers him from their previous fight, but it hardly seems to matter in that moment. All he wants is to be close to him again, which is evident in the way he decides to ignore the idea of personal space and reach for both of Cloud's hands with his own. )
Now we can search for Mother together.
( Dark lashes dip low as, unbeknownst to him, the aphrodisiac begins to tingle into his extremities. )
... You're glad to see me too, aren't you?