( When they part, it will feel like going from sea to shore: the people will be grim, the steps there will be heavy; the prisoners there held by the warden of gravity. And these things are all because Ish has trapped them there, and he cannot argue with their complaint, and he can only be anxious as they discuss closer toward a means to kill him.
But, until then. He is here, and Ish is stumbling so close to his lips, and he is silly and warm, and Hwylryn feels what he had offered to Akira: why don't we put aside your role, why don't we set down our obligations and friends, and why don't we play, just the two of us? Why can't we? Why not? )
"Right now"...?
( His lips curl, his tone the familiar time of teasing. He's making it hard for Ish, huh. He's so cute. Ish is really, really cute. He wonders how many other people get to see Ish like this.
Selfishly, he hopes it's just him.
He laughs lightly, a prelude to mischief, before he releases Ish from his hold in both ways - before he quite unceremoniously wraps his arms around him instead, tugging him from his invisible seat and onto the chaise so they can flop over there, Hwylryn holding Ish against his chest. His heart thrums quick and loud; a happy caper in the fields of his heart.
Hwylryn does this because he wants to hold him like this. But he also thinks it'd be a little easier for Ish to break out of than face to face. A whole bit of selfishness and a little bit of mercy. You're welcome!
And his dragon, in the process, slipped off Ish's arm, to curl and coil and and settle around his neck, like Ish had done to Hwylryn the day before. )
Well, since I'm not going anywhere, maybe you'll have all the time in the world to figure it out.
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But, until then. He is here, and Ish is stumbling so close to his lips, and he is silly and warm, and Hwylryn feels what he had offered to Akira: why don't we put aside your role, why don't we set down our obligations and friends, and why don't we play, just the two of us? Why can't we? Why not? )
"Right now"...?
( His lips curl, his tone the familiar time of teasing. He's making it hard for Ish, huh. He's so cute. Ish is really, really cute. He wonders how many other people get to see Ish like this.
Selfishly, he hopes it's just him.
He laughs lightly, a prelude to mischief, before he releases Ish from his hold in both ways - before he quite unceremoniously wraps his arms around him instead, tugging him from his invisible seat and onto the chaise so they can flop over there, Hwylryn holding Ish against his chest. His heart thrums quick and loud; a happy caper in the fields of his heart.
Hwylryn does this because he wants to hold him like this. But he also thinks it'd be a little easier for Ish to break out of than face to face. A whole bit of selfishness and a little bit of mercy. You're welcome!
And his dragon, in the process, slipped off Ish's arm, to curl and coil and and settle around his neck, like Ish had done to Hwylryn the day before. )
Well, since I'm not going anywhere, maybe you'll have all the time in the world to figure it out.