He had been patient for it, and he'd thought to himself, oh, even if it takes a few hundred years, a few thousand years, it's okay - I'm happy. He's happy as he is, with Ish; he really is a simple thing. He just wants someone beside him. He doesn't mind if they go their separate ways at times and return to mingle. He just wants it so that - when they return, their gaze is full of love. That's it. That's all.
And Ish had slipped the word in before, just as Hwylryn had. And that had made him happy enough. But, now? He's bursting at the seams.
Oh, the way the sea crashes at the walls of his hearts. Would that it could flood free. )
Ish, Ish, Ish.
( He repeats his earlier greeting, but this time it comes with melody, his cheeks flushed bright in the sun and the breeze, his hair flowing free about them. )
I love you, too, Ish.
( And though he wants nothing more than to take hold of Ish and fuse their hearts into a singular beat, though he wants to cling and coil and not release him, he thinks - that, maybe, they're already synchronized.
He leans in where Ish retreats back, kissing a sweet kiss to his lips - like a lover at the doorway, at the start of the day or the end of the night. I love you, I love you, I love you.
And their hands must come apart - because he throws himself at him once more, and wraps his arms around him tight, as if from now, they couldn't be separated (and they can't). )
So no matter where you go, I'll follow. It doesn't matter where.
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He had been patient for it, and he'd thought to himself, oh, even if it takes a few hundred years, a few thousand years, it's okay - I'm happy. He's happy as he is, with Ish; he really is a simple thing. He just wants someone beside him. He doesn't mind if they go their separate ways at times and return to mingle. He just wants it so that - when they return, their gaze is full of love. That's it. That's all.
And Ish had slipped the word in before, just as Hwylryn had. And that had made him happy enough. But, now? He's bursting at the seams.
Oh, the way the sea crashes at the walls of his hearts. Would that it could flood free. )
Ish, Ish, Ish.
( He repeats his earlier greeting, but this time it comes with melody, his cheeks flushed bright in the sun and the breeze, his hair flowing free about them. )
I love you, too, Ish.
( And though he wants nothing more than to take hold of Ish and fuse their hearts into a singular beat, though he wants to cling and coil and not release him, he thinks - that, maybe, they're already synchronized.
He leans in where Ish retreats back, kissing a sweet kiss to his lips - like a lover at the doorway, at the start of the day or the end of the night. I love you, I love you, I love you.
And their hands must come apart - because he throws himself at him once more, and wraps his arms around him tight, as if from now, they couldn't be separated (and they can't). )
So no matter where you go, I'll follow. It doesn't matter where.
( He and Junior both. )