( late night wednesday probably works... post midnight on technically-thursday...???
After the necessary resolution at the photobooth, Hwylryn drifted toward a dimmer section of the aquarium, and simply stayed there. Unlike his usual habit, he has not gotten into the tank once - instead, he's sat upon a plush bench, and has been staring at the main tank, from that distance, for this full length of time. In his lap, in his hands, is a cold hot chocolate - undrank; taken, like many things he takes, just to have.
He does not look up immediately when he hears this familiar voice, but he does not avoid it. His eyes turn toward Ish, brows furrowed slight, a smile worked on his lips. It does not seem fake, so much as it seems the expression of an aching wound; raw, and untreated. )
... Ish.
( A beat, and he sets the cup aside. He drifts toward Ish, and to this outstretched hand, if Ish allows it, is Hwylryn placing one hand below it, and one hand above. He clasps it from both sides, and speaks softly: )
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After the necessary resolution at the photobooth, Hwylryn drifted toward a dimmer section of the aquarium, and simply stayed there. Unlike his usual habit, he has not gotten into the tank once - instead, he's sat upon a plush bench, and has been staring at the main tank, from that distance, for this full length of time. In his lap, in his hands, is a cold hot chocolate - undrank; taken, like many things he takes, just to have.
He does not look up immediately when he hears this familiar voice, but he does not avoid it. His eyes turn toward Ish, brows furrowed slight, a smile worked on his lips. It does not seem fake, so much as it seems the expression of an aching wound; raw, and untreated. )
... Ish.
( A beat, and he sets the cup aside. He drifts toward Ish, and to this outstretched hand, if Ish allows it, is Hwylryn placing one hand below it, and one hand above. He clasps it from both sides, and speaks softly: )
That was cruel.