Shores
There is something primal, ancient and familiar, about stoking a fire, at least Aether thinks so.
Prodding the flames, encouraging them to grow, and then watching the sparks rise into the air like little stars, never to reach the skies above and become true heavenly bodies...
"Feeling sentimental?" a low, but gentle voice calls from the darkness, barely visible in the firelight, Aether gives a hum and shrugs his shoulders in a lazy fashion, patting the ground beside him, "You are."
"Maybe, but so are you." he counters, "Or else you wouldn't have come all the way out here, Dew."
The ghoul crosses his arms, and the fire finally casts enough light to reveal him standing there... dressed in an oversized shirt with a cartoon astronaut on the front and, at first glance, no pants, but Aether can see the edge of his sleep shorts just below the hem, and...
"Socks with sandals?" he asks, and Dew kicks his leg out to the side, arms still crossed as he glances down at his fashion faux pas, "That's quite the outfit."
"I mean it's cute, you look comfortable."
Dew rolls his eyes, or at least Aether thinks he does; The black coals that stare back at him glow dully, and he follows the swirl of the ember in the middle like a pupil.
"Your fire is burning low tonight..." he remarks as the other man settles beside him, leaning against his side and lifting his chin to rest his head upon his shoulder, "Are you feeling okay?"
"Hm... my elements have been thrown off balance by the changing of the seasons." Dew says, snuggling in closer, "Spring is coming soon, and I think I can feel the shift."
"Returning to the water, love?" Aether asks, kissing the top of Dew's head, "That's alright, I love my sappy droplet as much as my spicy boy... The tour bus is going to be chaos though. Two water ghouls in one confined space... Can't say I'll be sad to miss that."
Dew nuzzles his head into Aether's shoulder, pressing himself closer if possible.
"What are you trying to do there?" Aether laughs.
"If I try hard enough, you think I could burrow under your skin like this?" Dew questions, "Just slip under and live inside you forever?"
Aether smiles, but cannot contain his urge to joke.
The quint lays back in the sand, and Dew follows him down.
