( Five more minutes, huh. He likes the sound of that, from someone who really needs to sleep more.
He squeezes his hand tight!! )
We have all the time in the world.
( Do they, really? But Hwylryn seems to truly mean it - as if he were sure time were arrested on this chaise, in this greenhouse, in the gardens. They could idle as many years away as they wanted the way humans do the minutes, and, surely, they would still have time.
Hwylryn shifts, and he settles his cheek on Ish's shoulder and he kind of sits to the side against him, What was once a more aggressive position, pushing him back against the chaise backing to kiss him, is now something much more harmless - a seamless shift from one attitude to another.
He closes his eyes, content in the warmth of the greenhouse, content with Ish. How dazzling it is, to feel a part of yourself accepted and treasured - because isn't that what a gift is? (It has been, for Hwylryn. "I like these things. Do you like these things, too? Do we have this in common? Do we connect in this way? And when I made this for you, did I understand you? And did you understand me?") )
I'll be here.
( He hums softly, unhurried. He'll dozen of his own accord, though he won't be asleep. )
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He squeezes his hand tight!! )
We have all the time in the world.
( Do they, really? But Hwylryn seems to truly mean it - as if he were sure time were arrested on this chaise, in this greenhouse, in the gardens. They could idle as many years away as they wanted the way humans do the minutes, and, surely, they would still have time.
Hwylryn shifts, and he settles his cheek on Ish's shoulder and he kind of sits to the side against him, What was once a more aggressive position, pushing him back against the chaise backing to kiss him, is now something much more harmless - a seamless shift from one attitude to another.
He closes his eyes, content in the warmth of the greenhouse, content with Ish. How dazzling it is, to feel a part of yourself accepted and treasured - because isn't that what a gift is? (It has been, for Hwylryn. "I like these things. Do you like these things, too? Do we have this in common? Do we connect in this way? And when I made this for you, did I understand you? And did you understand me?") )
I'll be here.
( He hums softly, unhurried. He'll dozen of his own accord, though he won't be asleep. )