( Every press of his lips is a little bloom of sunlight against his skin, hard as it is to feel it and see it right now.
He had asked meaninglessly, blindly, dumbly - he doesn't know if he really wants it. He doesn't know if that's really what he wants - he's just grasping for anything, the way a drowning man would. He just... )
... I won't leave...
( He speaks genuinely, but weakly, unlike the joyful certainty he usually proclaims this with. He feels weak; he hates it. He knew the finale of his attempt toward growth would be hard, but not this hard. Ah, but that is his own hubris, that is his own fault. )
... I want to be with you.
( He falls quiet, and slowly his body does not so much relax as it seems to come loose - dissolving into deadweight in Ish's arms.
But he shifts. That's something. That's a sign of life. He shifts... and he weakly rings his arms around Ish's shoulders, face pressed to the crook of his neck - holding onto his lifeline instead of simply hanging from it, waiting for it to snap beneath his weight. )
... I want to know... what futures you've thought about... with us.
( He remembers, his memory a little murky, Ish had begun to say something, before Hwylryn startled him. He remembers he wanted to hear it. He does remember it is a want he has had, and has retained. Maybe that's something. )
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He had asked meaninglessly, blindly, dumbly - he doesn't know if he really wants it. He doesn't know if that's really what he wants - he's just grasping for anything, the way a drowning man would. He just... )
... I won't leave...
( He speaks genuinely, but weakly, unlike the joyful certainty he usually proclaims this with. He feels weak; he hates it. He knew the finale of his attempt toward growth would be hard, but not this hard. Ah, but that is his own hubris, that is his own fault. )
... I want to be with you.
( He falls quiet, and slowly his body does not so much relax as it seems to come loose - dissolving into deadweight in Ish's arms.
But he shifts. That's something. That's a sign of life. He shifts... and he weakly rings his arms around Ish's shoulders, face pressed to the crook of his neck - holding onto his lifeline instead of simply hanging from it, waiting for it to snap beneath his weight. )
... I want to know... what futures you've thought about... with us.
( He remembers, his memory a little murky, Ish had begun to say something, before Hwylryn startled him. He remembers he wanted to hear it. He does remember it is a want he has had, and has retained. Maybe that's something. )