[ His heart had been a shriveled, corpse like thing for so long that he had almost forgotten what it felt like to be alive. But the minute Tommy starts to run it is as if a shot of adrenaline is delivered straight through to his soul. It bursts through him like fire, like electricity, waking up what had been lost and forcing it into action. The wind is a sharp and cutting thing, flaying away all that he has been covered with since returning home to leave him raw and real.
He crows, a delighted sound that gets muffled by the force of their speed. And then he does not think. He allows his new companion to pick their destination and loses himself to the chase of it. It is blissful, it is all encompassing. Mark wants in ways that should make him afraid. But here he is not a Shadowhunter. And nor is he part of the fae. He is merely a boy.
He loses track of time, and when Tommy finally stops, when Mark gets to his feet, then he is sinking to his knees, fingers reaching out to grab the other's hand and press it to his bowed forehead. He does not know where they are, but that would not change his supplication. It's an old movement, a strange one, but he does not care for hiding his feeling. ]
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He crows, a delighted sound that gets muffled by the force of their speed. And then he does not think. He allows his new companion to pick their destination and loses himself to the chase of it. It is blissful, it is all encompassing. Mark wants in ways that should make him afraid. But here he is not a Shadowhunter. And nor is he part of the fae. He is merely a boy.
He loses track of time, and when Tommy finally stops, when Mark gets to his feet, then he is sinking to his knees, fingers reaching out to grab the other's hand and press it to his bowed forehead. He does not know where they are, but that would not change his supplication. It's an old movement, a strange one, but he does not care for hiding his feeling. ]
Thank you.
[ It is not enough. But he does not have more. ]