[His poor darling. That's what he'll think later, genuinely and without condescension. His poor darling, who doesn't deserve anything but to rest for the next year or so.
He spots him as he straightens up. There's no mistaking that ramrod-straight posture, nor the shock of blond hair that spills down his back. He opens his mouth to call out-- and then suddenly Laurent disappears, and there's a splash, and his lover disappears from view.
He runs forward, because Laurent might be an excellent swimmer but they've had too many close calls already-- but no, there he is, soaking wet and kneeling in the water, and before he can help himself Damen starts laughing.
It isn't meant cruelly. It's just that it's Laurent, beautiful perfect wonderful Laurent, and he's here and he's alive and well, and that's all that really matters. He slides down the hill gracefully and heads to the river's edge, offering a hand.]
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He spots him as he straightens up. There's no mistaking that ramrod-straight posture, nor the shock of blond hair that spills down his back. He opens his mouth to call out-- and then suddenly Laurent disappears, and there's a splash, and his lover disappears from view.
He runs forward, because Laurent might be an excellent swimmer but they've had too many close calls already-- but no, there he is, soaking wet and kneeling in the water, and before he can help himself Damen starts laughing.
It isn't meant cruelly. It's just that it's Laurent, beautiful perfect wonderful Laurent, and he's here and he's alive and well, and that's all that really matters. He slides down the hill gracefully and heads to the river's edge, offering a hand.]
Laurent!