-Tour Ship, Boundary Sea-
"What are you doing?" Andras asked calmly, laying on his back fully clothed while a partially dressed Reqiel clung to his arm, already nodding off.
His question was greeted with silence, Reqiel already asleep, a faint sheen on his skin which had a warm undertone to it… It was going to be an incredibly long night.
Andras could very well leave whenever he wanted to, not just from this bed but from the ship in its entirety. He could just leave Reqiel and the Angel would be none the wiser but he escaped home so he could taste freedom…
Freedom wasn't just the ability to go anywhere you wanted, it weighed heavily on choice, the chance to choose. He had already chosen to stay weeks ago while they were still in Talfen…
Now he gave into the urge to touch his hair, a concentrated look on his face as he carded his fingers through the soft pale gold hair like he was committing the texture to memory.