( Ah, he'd tucked it away in there, like he didn't want it to be found (though, really, he did) - and Ish had found it anyway, and returned it to him like a seed in bloom. It warms his cheeks so much they hurt, his chest a rhythm he's never known. )
... I'll wait a thousand years, if you need it. And in those thousand years, I'll be yours the whole time.
( He's gone this long without belonging to anyone - without confessing love, or being addressed with the same love in return. Why not wait a little longer? Why wouldn't Ish be worth the wait?
He exhales, warm.
He still needs to say it proper, too - the full phrase, undisguised. But, until the time is right, he'll say this: )
... I may always be of Gwawlyn, of Balthazar. But, Ish... you're something I've never had, never known before. So, I think... maybe, one day, I can say, I'm of Gwawlyn, of Balthazar... and of Ish, too.
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... I'll wait a thousand years, if you need it. And in those thousand years, I'll be yours the whole time.
( He's gone this long without belonging to anyone - without confessing love, or being addressed with the same love in return. Why not wait a little longer? Why wouldn't Ish be worth the wait?
He exhales, warm.
He still needs to say it proper, too - the full phrase, undisguised. But, until the time is right, he'll say this: )
... I may always be of Gwawlyn, of Balthazar. But, Ish... you're something I've never had, never known before. So, I think... maybe, one day, I can say, I'm of Gwawlyn, of Balthazar... and of Ish, too.