( Hwylryn doesn't know what sort of answer he expects - this is unexplored territory, both exciting and anxious. He doesn't know if he would limit Ish, and he doesn't know how it feels to be so intertwined with someone else - because connection, in itself, are ties that bind you, for better or for worse. And this is why things of magic are so terribly alone, so shameless of their natures - unfettered by firm connection, and all other things.

But he wouldn't know how he likes it until he tries, right? If it were worth the compromise for Primrose, it's worth this much for Ish. And he wants to try these things - all things - with Ish, more than anything, and in this way they might come to know the shape of themselves, together.

So when the answer does come, his heart blooms warm, and it reaches from his heart to the tips of his ears, his smile bright. )

I want you, so if you give yourself to me, how couldn't I be happy? How couldn't I wish to dive deep to the ocean's depths and back, knowing that having me would make you happy, too? That our hearts align?

( And that's no turn of phrase - were he himself, were they by the ocean (and surely they would be, if Hwylryn had his way), he would have been off with Ish - would have taken him diving down, then back up into the sun; then caught himself, and dove away with him forever.

In agreement: )

... You are of Norna the way you are of your eyes; your hair, your lips. ( His gaze is fond. ) And I am of Gwawlyn and Balthazar in this way, too. If I were to compete with Norna, then I may as well compete with your body for holding you and your heart for keeping your feelings.

Every part of you is dear to me, from that which is Norna's to that which is mine.

( He wanted to try saying it! Hehe!! It's fun; his heart races. Ah, he can't help it - he kisses him. )

... And I'm really happy you're going to have her back. I'm so, so happy for you.