[ oh—his eyes catch on the silver, the dust of red like a rose bloomed under the moonlight only for him. the way hwylyrn looks in his jacket (this one is solely his fault), the way hwylyrn looks up at him with a mix of emotions he didn't expect to see. he can feel them even if he's not trying, as close as they are.
he doesn't know what comes after all of this ends because the end of it is something he's only caught sight of extremely recently (he thinks, he thinks, he's had so much to think about this week).
there's norna and—the thought of her is hard to place. she is everything, she will always be everything. just the thought of her makes his heart beat faster like it always does. but there's something else in it this time, a soft new sound that he recognizes because of what he is. he's too afraid to name it yet.
he pulls them closer and if he were in serpent form he wouldn't stop until he filled in every crevice, every space until they were one sea reflecting the starry sky above.
he wants to ask "are you sure?", "why?", but he doesn't need to, he hasn't needed to since their exchange in the grotto. a stupid, impulsive thing, maybe even a little spiteful back then.
times a funny thing, he thinks for the Nth time this week. back then it was "for now" and that now is also here and—]
I'm not sure yet. [ what's after, it's all changing so quickly. ]
But you can come with me, I'd like that. A lot.
[ it's a dangerous, dangerous thing, but one he can't deny. even if he wanted to. everything feels like liquid and he's not sure if he's drowning but he smiles anyway. ]
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he doesn't know what comes after all of this ends because the end of it is something he's only caught sight of extremely recently (he thinks, he thinks, he's had so much to think about this week).
there's norna and—the thought of her is hard to place. she is everything, she will always be everything. just the thought of her makes his heart beat faster like it always does. but there's something else in it this time, a soft new sound that he recognizes because of what he is. he's too afraid to name it yet.
he pulls them closer and if he were in serpent form he wouldn't stop until he filled in every crevice, every space until they were one sea reflecting the starry sky above.
he wants to ask "are you sure?", "why?", but he doesn't need to, he hasn't needed to since their exchange in the grotto. a stupid, impulsive thing, maybe even a little spiteful back then.
times a funny thing, he thinks for the Nth time this week. back then it was "for now" and that now is also here and—]
I'm not sure yet. [ what's after, it's all changing so quickly. ]
But you can come with me, I'd like that. A lot.
[ it's a dangerous, dangerous thing, but one he can't deny. even if he wanted to. everything feels like liquid and he's not sure if he's drowning but he smiles anyway. ]