( Playfully, delighted by each sound, each reaction, each playful protest - he swallows the sound of him, the taste of him, so that it might be his and only his; it is not for the birds or the butterflies or the worms - every sound and every drop is his, and his alone.
He kisses Ish where he'd just left a bite, affection mixing with adoring injury. )
I like Siffrin a lot, but I would've taken their hand if I could. I don't want you hurt, ever.
( And into endgame, he still likes Siffrin - but he still holds it against them, that they tried to kill Ish like that, and seemed to get so terribly close. And, whether Ish could have truly died or not - Ish was injured, he had to be absent, and that is more than enough reason for Hwylryn to hang onto that unhappiness.
He licks at his incisions, even the ones that didn't break skin - and, when he's licked them tender, he teeths them a little more, happy. )
... And I don't like that someone else left a mark on you. Even if it was just for a minute.
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( Playfully, delighted by each sound, each reaction, each playful protest - he swallows the sound of him, the taste of him, so that it might be his and only his; it is not for the birds or the butterflies or the worms - every sound and every drop is his, and his alone.
He kisses Ish where he'd just left a bite, affection mixing with adoring injury. )
I like Siffrin a lot, but I would've taken their hand if I could. I don't want you hurt, ever.
( And into endgame, he still likes Siffrin - but he still holds it against them, that they tried to kill Ish like that, and seemed to get so terribly close. And, whether Ish could have truly died or not - Ish was injured, he had to be absent, and that is more than enough reason for Hwylryn to hang onto that unhappiness.
He licks at his incisions, even the ones that didn't break skin - and, when he's licked them tender, he teeths them a little more, happy. )
... And I don't like that someone else left a mark on you. Even if it was just for a minute.
( A minute too long!!!! )