[ it's okay, he doesn't mind. he did all those years ago, but that was over a thousand years in the past. he hasn't gotten over it so much as taken it into himself and let it shape him and color him into who he is today.
hwylryn's lips on his palm tug the corner of his lips upward with a particular softness. maybe it's just happenstance, but that he chose that hand, the hand that's literally been died red with blood and his sins, reverberates through his heart. ]
There's only one thing you could do to scare me. Don't leave me, okay?
[ if it sounds raw it's because it is. he's afraid, bound by magic when he wants to use it the most to make sure everything goes okay.
he draws their other joined hands closer, so he can bend down to plant a kiss there, with all the air of a perfect gentleman. he straightens, his smile shy. ]
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hwylryn's lips on his palm tug the corner of his lips upward with a particular softness. maybe it's just happenstance, but that he chose that hand, the hand that's literally been died red with blood and his sins, reverberates through his heart. ]
There's only one thing you could do to scare me. Don't leave me, okay?
[ if it sounds raw it's because it is. he's afraid, bound by magic when he wants to use it the most to make sure everything goes okay.
he draws their other joined hands closer, so he can bend down to plant a kiss there, with all the air of a perfect gentleman. he straightens, his smile shy. ]
I love you, Hwylryn.