[ don't mind him? as if he could do anything else when hwylryn's crowding his thoughts and feelings, his space, his heart.
his lips part, maybe to speak a word, maybe to take a breath, maybe to open himself to the tide—whatever his intention was it's lost in the seafoam between them. the two tines of his tongue pull back to ease hwylryn forward, a tide of his own.
ahhhh. he can't stay here too long, but he tastes—finally he pulls back, looking down but not away, deep breaths as he comes back into himself. ]
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his lips part, maybe to speak a word, maybe to take a breath, maybe to open himself to the tide—whatever his intention was it's lost in the seafoam between them. the two tines of his tongue pull back to ease hwylryn forward, a tide of his own.
ahhhh. he can't stay here too long, but he tastes—finally he pulls back, looking down but not away, deep breaths as he comes back into himself. ]
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