It's how magic should be— real and raw and free of deceit.
( And Ish, in this way, is much like the wizards and witches he knows - bound by his promises, his contracts; bound by his heart, his love; a slave to that which has created him - his history, his passion.
And Hwylryn loves him for all these things. He is not as Gwawlyn and Balthazar precisely, but he is of them in these ways. And it feels nostalgic; it feels like a sense of home, though Hwylryn has never had a place he could call this.
Maybe home, for him, has always been other people. Fickle as that may be. Silly as it is, like building a house of cards on soft, sunny sands. )
... Thank you, Ish. Always.
( Not just the card, not just for not being upset, but for everything that has been, and will be. And he can't help... but be hopeful for what will come next.
Though he sees the storm that is Thursday coming soon over the horizon, it isn't here yet. )
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( And Ish, in this way, is much like the wizards and witches he knows - bound by his promises, his contracts; bound by his heart, his love; a slave to that which has created him - his history, his passion.
And Hwylryn loves him for all these things. He is not as Gwawlyn and Balthazar precisely, but he is of them in these ways. And it feels nostalgic; it feels like a sense of home, though Hwylryn has never had a place he could call this.
Maybe home, for him, has always been other people. Fickle as that may be. Silly as it is, like building a house of cards on soft, sunny sands. )
... Thank you, Ish. Always.
( Not just the card, not just for not being upset, but for everything that has been, and will be. And he can't help... but be hopeful for what will come next.
Though he sees the storm that is Thursday coming soon over the horizon, it isn't here yet. )