ish was content to leave it at that (as if he hadn't already been greedy in leaving his mark), but hwylryn decides otherwise. what else can he do but accept it? not that it's a forced choice, because ish will always accept what hwylryn gives him, clear water and rushing tempest and everything in between. in a way, perhaps his specialty as an attendant is his nature to take in what's around him, in every meaning of the word.
he shudders. at the heat he can feel from the skin against his neck, at the absolute flood of love that hwylryn has to offer. for a moment, he feels like he's drowning. but then he remembers. he remembers that he was born in something like this, born of emotions that she could no longer bear to keep inside of her.
he breathes and lets it fill his lungs, his eyes, his ears, all of him. the sound is beautiful he thinks, one he could get lost in forever. (he won't. or maybe, he already is). ]
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ish was content to leave it at that (as if he hadn't already been greedy in leaving his mark), but hwylryn decides otherwise. what else can he do but accept it? not that it's a forced choice, because ish will always accept what hwylryn gives him, clear water and rushing tempest and everything in between. in a way, perhaps his specialty as an attendant is his nature to take in what's around him, in every meaning of the word.
he shudders. at the heat he can feel from the skin against his neck, at the absolute flood of love that hwylryn has to offer. for a moment, he feels like he's drowning. but then he remembers. he remembers that he was born in something like this, born of emotions that she could no longer bear to keep inside of her.
he breathes and lets it fill his lungs, his eyes, his ears, all of him. the sound is beautiful he thinks, one he could get lost in forever. (he won't. or maybe, he already is). ]