Maybe, but I have tough competition. [ he means hwylryn of course, and he nuzzles back. those traps really were something, weren't they?

but then the mood shifts, which ish had been expecting. he'll press his lips wherever he can reach and pull his longer cloak than usual over them both. a little pocket of space just for them, behind the shed. ]

I'll never hate you. [ which this isn't about, but ish feels the need to say it regardless. ]

I can't claim to be an unbiased party. [ a smile, soft and wry. ] But you did this for yourself, right? I don't ever want to see you hurt. But I want you around more than that.

I won't tell you they'll understand, but I will tell you that I'm here for you. And you're more beautiful, alluring, dazzling, entrancing, then you were the first day we kissed. Every new part of you that I get to see brings me joy.

But this isn't about me. How can I help you? How can I soothe your heart? Your body?