Waver can barely even react as Iskandar sweeps him up into his strong arms, lifting him so easily up to squeeze him close (though he might notice that Waver is even lighter than before, thin and sickly-pale).
But to Waver, Iskandar's laughter is so warm and familiar. His body, his hands, his smile, his scent, all tangible and real and... here.
There's a faint, faraway ringing in Waver's ears. It makes the laughter and Iskandar's words feel muffled, underwater. The shock crashes into him not in a wave but slowly, like the flow of the tide, small realizations sparking as Iskandar talks on. ]
Rider...
[ It's a whisper, barely spoken, a wish more than a word.
This time, Waver's legs do give out when he's set down. He grabs the front of Iskandar's clothes on instinct, leaning hard against him and burying his face into his chest. There's a strange noise bubbling up in his throat: a laugh, a sob, all tangled. ]
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It's really him.
Waver can barely even react as Iskandar sweeps him up into his strong arms, lifting him so easily up to squeeze him close (though he might notice that Waver is even lighter than before, thin and sickly-pale).
But to Waver, Iskandar's laughter is so warm and familiar. His body, his hands, his smile, his scent, all tangible and real and... here.
There's a faint, faraway ringing in Waver's ears. It makes the laughter and Iskandar's words feel muffled, underwater. The shock crashes into him not in a wave but slowly, like the flow of the tide, small realizations sparking as Iskandar talks on. ]
Rider...
[ It's a whisper, barely spoken, a wish more than a word.
This time, Waver's legs do give out when he's set down. He grabs the front of Iskandar's clothes on instinct, leaning hard against him and burying his face into his chest. There's a strange noise bubbling up in his throat: a laugh, a sob, all tangled. ]
Y-you were here... in this place... all along?