( The delicate incision into his heart marks him, fire in its wake. It hurts, it feels strange, it feels sharp, but - he doesn't hate it. He doesn't hate it, feeling what it is, feeling like - more than just a crest, the snake curled up within it; it's like Ish is coiled up around his heart, keeping him company there.
How long has his heart been so lonely, until now?
His cheeks burn hot. )
... Please.
( He wants to say something else, but he doesn't know the words for it. Ish holds his heart, but there's more he wants to express. There's more he wants Ish to know - about how he makes him feel; about how this makes him feel. He wants Ish to know how much this feeling exists as something overwhelming, something wonderful he's never had, in his heart. He wants Ish to hold it; he wants Ish to know it.
And so, Hwylryn answers this desire by opening passage to the sea:
His emotion comes in excess from the start. It's ocean rushing through a cracked hull; it's something that grips from the inside out and pulls its victims back into cool and sweet and roiling seas, the water rushing through the ears like a song, the bubbles like laughter, and the sunlight disappears into the dark.
It's something that's never meant to be overwhelming, but it just is - how long has it been building, now? When he was born, they didn't even have numbers that went as high as he'd need them to go. He'd been stockpiling since then. This love is not all for Ish, solely for Ish, but its tangled up in there, without beginning and end, like blood in the water - and so this is why he cannot just show him one part. Where he has love for other things, other people, there exists his love for Ish, too.
He has to let him feel that everything, and hope that somewhere in there Ish can find what's meant for him, and hope that as the waves passes across him, that maybe it feels nice, and maybe - Ish can tell him what that song sounds like, because, to Hwylryn, all his heart sounds like is drowning. )
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How long has his heart been so lonely, until now?
His cheeks burn hot. )
... Please.
( He wants to say something else, but he doesn't know the words for it. Ish holds his heart, but there's more he wants to express. There's more he wants Ish to know - about how he makes him feel; about how this makes him feel. He wants Ish to know how much this feeling exists as something overwhelming, something wonderful he's never had, in his heart. He wants Ish to hold it; he wants Ish to know it.
And so, Hwylryn answers this desire by opening passage to the sea:
His emotion comes in excess from the start. It's ocean rushing through a cracked hull; it's something that grips from the inside out and pulls its victims back into cool and sweet and roiling seas, the water rushing through the ears like a song, the bubbles like laughter, and the sunlight disappears into the dark.
It's something that's never meant to be overwhelming, but it just is - how long has it been building, now? When he was born, they didn't even have numbers that went as high as he'd need them to go. He'd been stockpiling since then. This love is not all for Ish, solely for Ish, but its tangled up in there, without beginning and end, like blood in the water - and so this is why he cannot just show him one part. Where he has love for other things, other people, there exists his love for Ish, too.
He has to let him feel that everything, and hope that somewhere in there Ish can find what's meant for him, and hope that as the waves passes across him, that maybe it feels nice, and maybe - Ish can tell him what that song sounds like, because, to Hwylryn, all his heart sounds like is drowning. )