Hwylryn smiles with both surprise and a sense of pleased indulgence, closing his eyes as if it were the nicest feeling in the world. Sometimes, gesture means much more than sensation.
His dragon mirrors the sentiment - eyes closed, sighing (in that much cuter, animal way) as it settles and rests its head against whatever Ish's hand will be at, no matter how uncomfortable (cat energy).
After a little while: )
... Hey, Ish. ( A gentle voice. He's been a lot more sedate (for a Hwylryn) since the execution, like a light turned low. ) Are you happy with the way you are?
( Ish with his warm little magic and his warm little greenhouse... Ish, who plunged his hand through Siffrin's heart; who found delight in the mistrial... Ish, who has been working toward some end (has he been, for that 1,700 years?)... who's lived through pain and grief - and inflicts it in turn. Does he like what he's become? Is he happy with it? )
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Hwylryn smiles with both surprise and a sense of pleased indulgence, closing his eyes as if it were the nicest feeling in the world. Sometimes, gesture means much more than sensation.
His dragon mirrors the sentiment - eyes closed, sighing (in that much cuter, animal way) as it settles and rests its head against whatever Ish's hand will be at, no matter how uncomfortable (cat energy).
After a little while: )
... Hey, Ish. ( A gentle voice. He's been a lot more sedate (for a Hwylryn) since the execution, like a light turned low. ) Are you happy with the way you are?
( Ish with his warm little magic and his warm little greenhouse... Ish, who plunged his hand through Siffrin's heart; who found delight in the mistrial... Ish, who has been working toward some end (has he been, for that 1,700 years?)... who's lived through pain and grief - and inflicts it in turn. Does he like what he's become? Is he happy with it? )