( Hwylryn is selfish enough to enjoy the privilege!! Yes, no one else gets this (maybe. he hopes, secretly). Yes, he thinks there are others who need this - deserve this - and you know what, if he were a better person, a more principled person, he'd be focused on their predicament, and the people he loves who want out, desperately.
But if he did that, he couldn't also have this. And that is the crux of his problem: liking too much, liking too many, and wanting his cake and to eat it too. No wonder his loves come to blows, in the end, when he can't help but like both sides without restraint.
The photo thing still hurts, a lot. And it's maybe something, like all the other things in this carnival, he objectively shouldn't forgive. He does think... maybe, there's still something talk about there. But he's just not someone who can carry these things - that he's been forced to carry grief has been enough to madden him. It is against his nature; he, who flows as the river, the muck dispersed, the water murmuring, I'll forgive you, so let's play again, as he had with Snow and White, every time. )
... Have you ever taken up anyone else like this?
( The shyness is sweet. He leans against Ish, head on his shoulder and hands clasped tight, in this little space that's just the two of them. )
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( Hwylryn is selfish enough to enjoy the privilege!! Yes, no one else gets this (maybe. he hopes, secretly). Yes, he thinks there are others who need this - deserve this - and you know what, if he were a better person, a more principled person, he'd be focused on their predicament, and the people he loves who want out, desperately.
But if he did that, he couldn't also have this. And that is the crux of his problem: liking too much, liking too many, and wanting his cake and to eat it too. No wonder his loves come to blows, in the end, when he can't help but like both sides without restraint.
The photo thing still hurts, a lot. And it's maybe something, like all the other things in this carnival, he objectively shouldn't forgive. He does think... maybe, there's still something talk about there. But he's just not someone who can carry these things - that he's been forced to carry grief has been enough to madden him. It is against his nature; he, who flows as the river, the muck dispersed, the water murmuring, I'll forgive you, so let's play again, as he had with Snow and White, every time. )
... Have you ever taken up anyone else like this?
( The shyness is sweet. He leans against Ish, head on his shoulder and hands clasped tight, in this little space that's just the two of them. )