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[ ish had absolutely wanted hwylryn in his lap, he made that much clear. but his extent of asking was to simply have him closer so he could wrap his arms around him. he's wanted to do that since Sunday but he couldn't, and sometimes he says things that are smoother than even he realizes.
all of this is to say he was not expecting kisses, much less kisses like these. not that it stops him from accepting them, a relieved sigh escaping his lips somewhere in the middle.
he pulls back once he thinks hwylryn has been able to breathe again himself, because he feels that ache in him through his lips and tongue.
a now familiar flush paints his cheeks when they part. ]
"My" sweet witch? [ bemused but curious. ]
all of this is to say he was not expecting kisses, much less kisses like these. not that it stops him from accepting them, a relieved sigh escaping his lips somewhere in the middle.
he pulls back once he thinks hwylryn has been able to breathe again himself, because he feels that ache in him through his lips and tongue.
a now familiar flush paints his cheeks when they part. ]
"My" sweet witch? [ bemused but curious. ]
( oh,
It had slipped out so easily, despite his reservation - he'd been trying to be careful with his words around Ish, trying to gauge their pace with care, because he's never... had someone who liked him in turn, like this, to this extent. He hadn't gone as far as daring to think of Ish as solely for him - or so he'd thought. But maybe... a part of him wanted it more than his logical mind told himself to heel, and be patient.
His cheeks warm a little as he hesitates, but he decides all he can do is give voice to his heart, as he always does. )
... I want you to be. Can you?
( He brushes Ish's hidden cheek lightly with his thumb. Ish's face is so endearing, as always... he wishes he could swallow him up (metaphorically)... )
It had slipped out so easily, despite his reservation - he'd been trying to be careful with his words around Ish, trying to gauge their pace with care, because he's never... had someone who liked him in turn, like this, to this extent. He hadn't gone as far as daring to think of Ish as solely for him - or so he'd thought. But maybe... a part of him wanted it more than his logical mind told himself to heel, and be patient.
His cheeks warm a little as he hesitates, but he decides all he can do is give voice to his heart, as he always does. )
... I want you to be. Can you?
( He brushes Ish's hidden cheek lightly with his thumb. Ish's face is so endearing, as always... he wishes he could swallow him up (metaphorically)... )
[ he has to think on this, so it's good that hwylryn didn't rush forward with it anymore than they're already rushing. his feelings on it are ultimately complicated, but it's one thing they'll have to discuss eventually.
but first he has a question of his own. ]
Then would you only be mine?
but first he has a question of his own. ]
Then would you only be mine?
( Hwylryn has to think on this, too. It's selfish to ask someone to be his when he hadn't considered returning the same, and to this his only defense is that he hadn't thought of any of this at all.
He had never been so contained - to belong to but one person, to define himself by someone else. To reduce his vocabulary, how he may communicate with others, like Yoru. And it may as well be forever, if their lifespans proceeded, uninterrupted.
He strokes Ish's cheek with his thumb as he considers this. )
... Yeah. I would be. But only if you want that.
He had never been so contained - to belong to but one person, to define himself by someone else. To reduce his vocabulary, how he may communicate with others, like Yoru. And it may as well be forever, if their lifespans proceeded, uninterrupted.
He strokes Ish's cheek with his thumb as he considers this. )
... Yeah. I would be. But only if you want that.
Edited 2025-03-31 20:17 (UTC)
[ paradoxically, aside from Norna, ish cares the most about freedom. the freedom of others more than his own, but freedom nonetheless. and yet he chains the hearts of those he wants to guide, kidnaps others in pursuit of his fervent delusions.
he doesn't want to chain hwylryn, because one of the things that attracts him the most is his free spirit. yet hwylryn is the one who asked him for these terms: saying no would be denying him in a matter of the heart. that's not something he wants to do ever, if he can help.
maybe he shouldn't have said "only" because he knows that you can belong to more than one person, even if it's never something he's considered himself. but that's truly what he thought: who else would call him a sweet witch? he'd reject anyone else who tried. if hwylryn belonged to other people, how would he feel? he's capable of it, but- ]
I'll always belong to Norna. And you'll always belong to Gwawlyn and Balthazar.
[ he would not ask this to change, it's an impossibility. he loves Norna in a way he won't ever be able to describe and he knows, he feels, that Hwylryn feels similarly about them.
his fingers find hwylryn's on his cheek, resting there like they did the very first day they tripped into all of this. ]
But beyond that, if this is what you want...I'd be happy to give it to you. And it would make me happy too.
[ he's never been wanted before, but he's finally no longer deaf to the cries of his own heart. ]
he doesn't want to chain hwylryn, because one of the things that attracts him the most is his free spirit. yet hwylryn is the one who asked him for these terms: saying no would be denying him in a matter of the heart. that's not something he wants to do ever, if he can help.
maybe he shouldn't have said "only" because he knows that you can belong to more than one person, even if it's never something he's considered himself. but that's truly what he thought: who else would call him a sweet witch? he'd reject anyone else who tried. if hwylryn belonged to other people, how would he feel? he's capable of it, but- ]
I'll always belong to Norna. And you'll always belong to Gwawlyn and Balthazar.
[ he would not ask this to change, it's an impossibility. he loves Norna in a way he won't ever be able to describe and he knows, he feels, that Hwylryn feels similarly about them.
his fingers find hwylryn's on his cheek, resting there like they did the very first day they tripped into all of this. ]
But beyond that, if this is what you want...I'd be happy to give it to you. And it would make me happy too.
[ he's never been wanted before, but he's finally no longer deaf to the cries of his own heart. ]
( Hwylryn doesn't know what sort of answer he expects - this is unexplored territory, both exciting and anxious. He doesn't know if he would limit Ish, and he doesn't know how it feels to be so intertwined with someone else - because connection, in itself, are ties that bind you, for better or for worse. And this is why things of magic are so terribly alone, so shameless of their natures - unfettered by firm connection, and all other things.
But he wouldn't know how he likes it until he tries, right? If it were worth the compromise for Primrose, it's worth this much for Ish. And he wants to try these things - all things - with Ish, more than anything, and in this way they might come to know the shape of themselves, together.
So when the answer does come, his heart blooms warm, and it reaches from his heart to the tips of his ears, his smile bright. )
I want you, so if you give yourself to me, how couldn't I be happy? How couldn't I wish to dive deep to the ocean's depths and back, knowing that having me would make you happy, too? That our hearts align?
( And that's no turn of phrase - were he himself, were they by the ocean (and surely they would be, if Hwylryn had his way), he would have been off with Ish - would have taken him diving down, then back up into the sun; then caught himself, and dove away with him forever.
In agreement: )
... You are of Norna the way you are of your eyes; your hair, your lips. ( His gaze is fond. ) And I am of Gwawlyn and Balthazar in this way, too. If I were to compete with Norna, then I may as well compete with your body for holding you and your heart for keeping your feelings.
Every part of you is dear to me, from that which is Norna's to that which is mine.
( He wanted to try saying it! Hehe!! It's fun; his heart races. Ah, he can't help it - he kisses him. )
... And I'm really happy you're going to have her back. I'm so, so happy for you.
But he wouldn't know how he likes it until he tries, right? If it were worth the compromise for Primrose, it's worth this much for Ish. And he wants to try these things - all things - with Ish, more than anything, and in this way they might come to know the shape of themselves, together.
So when the answer does come, his heart blooms warm, and it reaches from his heart to the tips of his ears, his smile bright. )
I want you, so if you give yourself to me, how couldn't I be happy? How couldn't I wish to dive deep to the ocean's depths and back, knowing that having me would make you happy, too? That our hearts align?
( And that's no turn of phrase - were he himself, were they by the ocean (and surely they would be, if Hwylryn had his way), he would have been off with Ish - would have taken him diving down, then back up into the sun; then caught himself, and dove away with him forever.
In agreement: )
... You are of Norna the way you are of your eyes; your hair, your lips. ( His gaze is fond. ) And I am of Gwawlyn and Balthazar in this way, too. If I were to compete with Norna, then I may as well compete with your body for holding you and your heart for keeping your feelings.
Every part of you is dear to me, from that which is Norna's to that which is mine.
( He wanted to try saying it! Hehe!! It's fun; his heart races. Ah, he can't help it - he kisses him. )
... And I'm really happy you're going to have her back. I'm so, so happy for you.
Edited 2025-03-31 21:08 (UTC)
That's a good way to put it.
[ ish wants to ask again if he's sure, because when he speaks like this, it is in absolutes. he had said forever without thinking about it, but it's lingered on his tongue: sometimes sweet, sometimes heavy.
he swallows the kiss and hwylryn both, letting them settle into himself properly. ]
She might be mad at me, but... let's talk about that later. [ he's afraid that mixing both his feelings of her and his blossoming feelings for hwylyrn will mix like oil and water. he needs sometime to settle and he honestly needs a break from working as he has been. ]
Don't change who you are for me, because I want you to be yourself above all else. Even if that worries me, I can handle it.
You're mine and I'm yours. I won't forget that and I know you won't either.
[ it's not really a warning, but a proclamation to the world even if they're the only two who will hear it. that's all that matters anyway, isn't it?
he drops his hand to wrap them both around hwylryn tightly, the embrace he's been needing since yesterday. ]
[ ish wants to ask again if he's sure, because when he speaks like this, it is in absolutes. he had said forever without thinking about it, but it's lingered on his tongue: sometimes sweet, sometimes heavy.
he swallows the kiss and hwylryn both, letting them settle into himself properly. ]
She might be mad at me, but... let's talk about that later. [ he's afraid that mixing both his feelings of her and his blossoming feelings for hwylyrn will mix like oil and water. he needs sometime to settle and he honestly needs a break from working as he has been. ]
Don't change who you are for me, because I want you to be yourself above all else. Even if that worries me, I can handle it.
You're mine and I'm yours. I won't forget that and I know you won't either.
[ it's not really a warning, but a proclamation to the world even if they're the only two who will hear it. that's all that matters anyway, isn't it?
he drops his hand to wrap them both around hwylryn tightly, the embrace he's been needing since yesterday. ]
Edited 2025-03-31 22:07 (UTC)
I wouldn't forget.
( He knows. They know. But it makes him happy that they both say it. )
... And I want you to be just as you are, too. Because that's the Ish I've come to love as I do.
( "Love" is also a word he's been careful with, for someone who uses it as freely as he does - and yet he slips it in here, obliquely and stripped of the full phrase but not the full meaning, furtive and mischievous the way he might steal a kiss; the way he does press into Ish's embrace, and holds him tenderly in turn. )
... Even if she's upset with you... I'll be beside you through it. Even if I'm not there, I am. And I don't intend to be apart from you, ever.
( Wherever this scolding - or worse - takes place, he will be beside Ish, whether or not Ish allows him to be there, hand in hand. And though the idea that Norna may be cross with him is puzzling, he resigns to the idea that he does not know the nuance of their relationship - and if Ish loves her all the same, and he doesn't want to speak of it now, then he accepts it.
After all, how Gwawlyn would treat Hwylryn would probably arouse alarm in those who look on. But could Hwylryn do anything but love him? It must be the same for Ish.
He presses his cheek to the side of Ish's head, still holding him tight, lips murmuring in his ear (just a little bully): )
Do you mind if I spoil you, a little bit?
( He's referring to the snacks he brought... but he also 100% is Not going to move from Ish's lap. He lives here now, forevermore. Implications forthcoming. )
( He knows. They know. But it makes him happy that they both say it. )
... And I want you to be just as you are, too. Because that's the Ish I've come to love as I do.
( "Love" is also a word he's been careful with, for someone who uses it as freely as he does - and yet he slips it in here, obliquely and stripped of the full phrase but not the full meaning, furtive and mischievous the way he might steal a kiss; the way he does press into Ish's embrace, and holds him tenderly in turn. )
... Even if she's upset with you... I'll be beside you through it. Even if I'm not there, I am. And I don't intend to be apart from you, ever.
( Wherever this scolding - or worse - takes place, he will be beside Ish, whether or not Ish allows him to be there, hand in hand. And though the idea that Norna may be cross with him is puzzling, he resigns to the idea that he does not know the nuance of their relationship - and if Ish loves her all the same, and he doesn't want to speak of it now, then he accepts it.
After all, how Gwawlyn would treat Hwylryn would probably arouse alarm in those who look on. But could Hwylryn do anything but love him? It must be the same for Ish.
He presses his cheek to the side of Ish's head, still holding him tight, lips murmuring in his ear (just a little bully): )
Do you mind if I spoil you, a little bit?
( He's referring to the snacks he brought... but he also 100% is Not going to move from Ish's lap. He lives here now, forevermore. Implications forthcoming. )
[ he smiles, satisfied in the trust given to him. it's a really funny gift to receive considering their circumstances but he's confident that this is the truth for both of them. somehow. ]
It does. What kind of things have you been thinking about?
It does. What kind of things have you been thinking about?
[ a child? did he hear that correctly?
...
well if hwy has a child that ish doesn't know about, that's odd but he is a dragon so- ]
...
well if hwy has a child that ish doesn't know about, that's odd but he is a dragon so- ]
[ We?
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ]
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ]
Norna told me I couldn't have children!!!!!!! There's no point for us to have offspring and—
allwevedoneiskiss?andholdhands?andembraceoneanotherand—
[ the image of how he was born cuts clearly into his mind.
norna married a snake and their embrace produced him. ]
allwevedoneiskiss?andholdhands?andembraceoneanotherand—
[ the image of how he was born cuts clearly into his mind.
norna married a snake and their embrace produced him. ]
Edited 2025-04-01 00:38 (UTC)
We're not married!!!!!!
So we definitely skipped a step or at least two—
[ by this point they've been falling for several seconds. it's fortunate that they've danced their way further into the gardens by the hedge maze, if nothing else. ]
So we definitely skipped a step or at least two—
[ by this point they've been falling for several seconds. it's fortunate that they've danced their way further into the gardens by the hedge maze, if nothing else. ]
BUT I'LL SUPPORT YOU ANYWAY!!! I PROMISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[ whatever else ish has to say is promptly muffled by leaves.
he does however, literally support hwy when they fall, stopped not by his magic but the reality of gravity and scratchy twigs and leaves. ]
[ whatever else ish has to say is promptly muffled by leaves.
he does however, literally support hwy when they fall, stopped not by his magic but the reality of gravity and scratchy twigs and leaves. ]
[ love? they've said a lot of crazy things to each other this past week, but that single word stops his heart. he knows about love, he's felt love before, he knows how powerful it is and how it can change everything. but it's been a long, long, long, long time since he's had it directed at him, in a non-mocking capacity.
he thinks back to what he asked hwylryn, which really wasn't that long ago:
"So if I said we could meet again tomorrow, you'd fall in love with me?"
"If you meant it. If it meant something to you."
at the time, he had viewed hwylryn as who would love everyone and everything with little thought put into it. but they had come to an understanding, and ish had come to see him that night as a fellow entity who was dictated by their emotions entirely, freely. a fondness had turned into more from a simple wish.
ish swallows, ducking but not entirely hiding against hwylryn. his next words are a whisper, as warm as his cheeks are. ]
I want to say it back to you properly, so please wait for me. [ not now, it's too much right now. not because he doesn't feel it, but because when he says it, he wants it to be done in full declaration and no fear.
the whisper in his ear is doing nothing for his rabbit beating heart, on top of everything else.
a breath in and again he repeats- ]
I'm all yours.
he thinks back to what he asked hwylryn, which really wasn't that long ago:
"So if I said we could meet again tomorrow, you'd fall in love with me?"
"If you meant it. If it meant something to you."
at the time, he had viewed hwylryn as who would love everyone and everything with little thought put into it. but they had come to an understanding, and ish had come to see him that night as a fellow entity who was dictated by their emotions entirely, freely. a fondness had turned into more from a simple wish.
ish swallows, ducking but not entirely hiding against hwylryn. his next words are a whisper, as warm as his cheeks are. ]
I want to say it back to you properly, so please wait for me. [ not now, it's too much right now. not because he doesn't feel it, but because when he says it, he wants it to be done in full declaration and no fear.
the whisper in his ear is doing nothing for his rabbit beating heart, on top of everything else.
a breath in and again he repeats- ]
I'm all yours.
( no ish is dead? tch his long con to kill ish failed—
Had Hwylryn said it that way on purpose? Absolutely not. Had he said it that way thoughtlessly? Absolutely. And so he suffers the consequences of his actions,
Ish's flurry of reactions are a delight - somewhere in there he pieces together a narrative, his eyes sparkling bright as he tries to keep pace with Ish's brain whirling, the pace of the conversation gone from smooth to frenetic—
and then they're falling, and Hwylryn is laughing as they go down - not cruelly! - realizing he's startled Ish bad enough to drop them, and he's totally forgotten in this split second of action that he's not impervious to injury anymore, and he's ought to be concerned!
They hit the hedge, the bush, with total, ungraceful impact, his laughter is stopped by the soreness of his body and the rude jostle of gravity. Unfortunately, he only finds this that much more delightful - like getting thrown around by Ish's emotion - and he hasn't fallen in such a long time, it's novel and fun. )
Hey!
( Okay, but first thing's first - is he on Ish? Either way, he's pulling off just enough to get a good look at Ish. He's probably scratched up, his hair tangled and twiggy, and the impact sure winded him, but he's so used to being impervious he doesn't even think about it. )
Are you okay? You didn't get hurt, right?
( As if Ish weren't the super powered one between them right now. He loosely brushes some hair behind his ear and out of his face so he can brush some twigs and leaves away from Ish's face. He can clarify but only as long as Ish is fine, first, )
Had Hwylryn said it that way on purpose? Absolutely not. Had he said it that way thoughtlessly? Absolutely. And so he suffers the consequences of his actions,
Ish's flurry of reactions are a delight - somewhere in there he pieces together a narrative, his eyes sparkling bright as he tries to keep pace with Ish's brain whirling, the pace of the conversation gone from smooth to frenetic—
and then they're falling, and Hwylryn is laughing as they go down - not cruelly! - realizing he's startled Ish bad enough to drop them, and he's totally forgotten in this split second of action that he's not impervious to injury anymore, and he's ought to be concerned!
They hit the hedge, the bush, with total, ungraceful impact, his laughter is stopped by the soreness of his body and the rude jostle of gravity. Unfortunately, he only finds this that much more delightful - like getting thrown around by Ish's emotion - and he hasn't fallen in such a long time, it's novel and fun. )
Hey!
( Okay, but first thing's first - is he on Ish? Either way, he's pulling off just enough to get a good look at Ish. He's probably scratched up, his hair tangled and twiggy, and the impact sure winded him, but he's so used to being impervious he doesn't even think about it. )
Are you okay? You didn't get hurt, right?
( As if Ish weren't the super powered one between them right now. He loosely brushes some hair behind his ear and out of his face so he can brush some twigs and leaves away from Ish's face. He can clarify but only as long as Ish is fine, first, )
Edited 2025-04-01 01:42 (UTC)
[ well he's definitely spitting out some leaves but he sits up relatively quickly, taking hwylryn's face in his hands. he made sure to fall first so hwylryn is indeed on top of him. ]
Me? Who cares about me! You're— [ "with child" he tries to say it, but his mouth fails him. ]
Me? Who cares about me! You're— [ "with child" he tries to say it, but his mouth fails him. ]
( Ohhhh Ish... Sweet lovely silly Ish... He could kiss you but that might make it worse when there's real worry in Ish's gaze. )
He's already born.
( He turns his face in Ish's hand, pressing a kiss to his palm (let's say the red one). Affectionate, affectionate, soooo so fond. )
You know Junior, don't you? ( not just already born, but Very already born ) He's mine, so he's ours now.
( The he turns his cheek back so he's looking at Ish face-forward again, nuzzling his palm with delight. )
But I'd have a child with you, too. Maybe after all the steps.
( Hwylryn is not the type to care about whether they're following a proper order of things, nor is he the type to get fixated on marriage, but it was a lifeline Ish clung to as his panic overtook him - so, sure! They can keep to whatever steps there are! They can spend a thousand years on each one, for all he cares.
He's honestly not thinking about the logistics and implications of having a child, though. He just felt like saying it... so he did... he's just so delighted and amused and endeared right now... )
He's already born.
( He turns his face in Ish's hand, pressing a kiss to his palm (let's say the red one). Affectionate, affectionate, soooo so fond. )
You know Junior, don't you? ( not just already born, but Very already born ) He's mine, so he's ours now.
( The he turns his cheek back so he's looking at Ish face-forward again, nuzzling his palm with delight. )
But I'd have a child with you, too. Maybe after all the steps.
( Hwylryn is not the type to care about whether they're following a proper order of things, nor is he the type to get fixated on marriage, but it was a lifeline Ish clung to as his panic overtook him - so, sure! They can keep to whatever steps there are! They can spend a thousand years on each one, for all he cares.
He's honestly not thinking about the logistics and implications of having a child, though. He just felt like saying it... so he did... he's just so delighted and amused and endeared right now... )
[ oh my god.
this is so much to digest so he's just going to try to go one thing at a time. ]
...Junior. Right, uh, sure? [ he's not sure if he's even speaking words anymore. ]
It's just me, you, and him? No one else? [ later when he hasn't left 99% of his brain up in the clouds, they'll talk about putting firm lines around their relationship to others and each other. right now, he just wants to make sure that there aren't more kids he needs to worry about providing for. ]
this is so much to digest so he's just going to try to go one thing at a time. ]
...Junior. Right, uh, sure? [ he's not sure if he's even speaking words anymore. ]
It's just me, you, and him? No one else? [ later when he hasn't left 99% of his brain up in the clouds, they'll talk about putting firm lines around their relationship to others and each other. right now, he just wants to make sure that there aren't more kids he needs to worry about providing for. ]
Yep! Just the three of us! I may not seem like it, but I can be pretty selective about these things.
( Brushing back Ish's bangs a little... gives him a little kissy on his forehead... )
So I hope you can come to feel for him the way I do, and support him all the same. I think you and him have a lot of things in common, and he's really sweet, just like you - I think you'll get along just fine. Please spoil him lots, okay?
( Brushing back Ish's bangs a little... gives him a little kissy on his forehead... )
So I hope you can come to feel for him the way I do, and support him all the same. I think you and him have a lot of things in common, and he's really sweet, just like you - I think you'll get along just fine. Please spoil him lots, okay?
[ oh that's nice. it's warm and makes him feel a little better about his brain being like putty. ]
Okay. Yeah, okay. I guess—yeah. [ he gives hwylryn a pleading look to end his life right here, or provide more kisses. please, he's dying.
give him a second to reboot on the rest... ]
Okay. Yeah, okay. I guess—yeah. [ he gives hwylryn a pleading look to end his life right here, or provide more kisses. please, he's dying.
give him a second to reboot on the rest... ]
( Yeah? Yeah??? Yay!!!!!! Family real!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! )
You're the best, did you know that?
( How can he neglect Ish when he looks at him like that? He's gonna give him another kissy beside his eye... along his cheekbone... near his ear... Going down the features of his face like he's hitting up all his favorite features (it's all of them on both sides of his face btw) )
You know, now that I think about it, I haven't had family since Gwawlyn... ( kiss kiss kiss kiss ) Ah, wait, but really, you're not hurt?
You're the best, did you know that?
( How can he neglect Ish when he looks at him like that? He's gonna give him another kissy beside his eye... along his cheekbone... near his ear... Going down the features of his face like he's hitting up all his favorite features (it's all of them on both sides of his face btw) )
You know, now that I think about it, I haven't had family since Gwawlyn... ( kiss kiss kiss kiss ) Ah, wait, but really, you're not hurt?
[ ish closes his eyes, enjoying the kisses while trying to think of absolutely nothing else. ]
Heyy, [ his eyes snap open. ] I know I got sloppy with Siffrin, but I'm not made of paper even for a mage.
[ puffing his chest out a little...stupid things he's proud of, his non-twink status. ]
What about you? Even if you're not—[ his brain gives out again, so he skips over the words again like a dusty vinyl. ] —I don't want you to get hurt.
Heyy, [ his eyes snap open. ] I know I got sloppy with Siffrin, but I'm not made of paper even for a mage.
[ puffing his chest out a little...stupid things he's proud of, his non-twink status. ]
What about you? Even if you're not—[ his brain gives out again, so he skips over the words again like a dusty vinyl. ] —I don't want you to get hurt.
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