( Oh— And that one does surprise him, and it delights him. It's not a kiss of devouring, it's just, something earnest and sweet - an expression of emotion - and he adores it. He kisses back, and he does not push or linger - it's more like how a bird chirps and another joins it, and they form a harmony.
Just something simple like that. )
Always.
( He offers his hand again, but patient. He's not going to rush Ish in his contentedness, in how sweetly he adores this thing Hwylryn made for him. )
Will we go?
( "Will we," like maybe there's a chance they give up and stay here forever instead. Hwylryn might not totally argue. )
no subject
Just something simple like that. )
Always.
( He offers his hand again, but patient. He's not going to rush Ish in his contentedness, in how sweetly he adores this thing Hwylryn made for him. )
Will we go?
( "Will we," like maybe there's a chance they give up and stay here forever instead. Hwylryn might not totally argue. )