...aren't you already here? [ said a bit stupidly, a reflex as his lips remember how to form words.
he always pauses in moments like this, but in the end he's a creature of emotion and impulse. that's inescapable, as are the chains that wrap his heart, as are the sins that paint him black.
finally the rest of him stirs a little, not the pinks and reds because even magic couldn't hide his hues and he'd be liable to fumble the spell if he tried. the smaller dragon will need to accept not being the #1 dragon here, as he's lifting his one hand to place it over the one on his cheek. he knows it's there, but he needs to feel it on his own. ]
( Like his dragon had pressed into Ish's hand before, Hwy can't help but press lightly into his palm as he feels Ish there. His smile warms his cheeks, and his eyes hood slightly, like this is the happiest he could be in the world. The little dragon, for all its neglect in favor of the bigger dragon here, seems to thrum happily. )
... Then don't count on me to go anywhere.
( He's clingy! But Ish knows that. Ish knows that, so - maybe he won't (or will) be surprised when Hwylryn's face pulls closer. Their noses and foreheads brush, the air between their warm cheeks hot - their lips close,
but not,
quite yet. )
... So please... don't go anywhere, either. Even if you mean to come back.
( Whether it is to leave for awhile, or die, or otherwise - please just stay ... right where you are. )
[ he does know that. or maybe it's he thought he knew that and he wasn't wrong, but he wasn't right either. he is, as others have noticed, rather easy to get caught off-guard in certain situations. it happened the first time they spoke and for as much as he was badly acting at the time, the fluster was genuine. but it was easy for that to be a one time thing, because it wasn't at all serious and that wasn't even his real face in so many ways besides.
he also has ears all over the grounds even if he isn't literally in the walls. he doesn't pick up on everything but he has a sense of a shift of moods, especially between others. it's not lost on him who's getting close (even if he doesn't know the details), so he knows that hwylryn is like "this", that he gets along with most others, is overly affectionate and everything that comes with it. so having an interest in him, liking him has just been part of "this".
but it still bothered him, even if it was only on the point of pride where he didn't quite get why. because hwylryn's whims didn't match up exactly how he expected, post tia's death and more than that, post execution. letting him be a dragon again aside, he's under no illusion that being picked as executioner is a gift in most situations. and the trade they made after that was enlightening even if ish still didn't get it entirely (still doesn't in other shapes). what it had brought him was acceptance and fondness. the yearning, the desire, the acting upon it to follow whims will always be sweet to him, sickly so in some cases. if hwylryn is someone who encapsulates that, then he's a kindred spirit in some way. more than that, the reasons he had given him weren't that shallow at all. he felt that somewhere, even if he didn't express it at the time. but really, what he actually heard the most were cain's rendition of him at trial and hwylryn's response, and that very simple wish at the pond.
there are emotions he remembers, sensations he remembers from when he was young and knew nothing but happiness and curiosity. they're faded, worn, but still etched on his heart. he knows what he's feeling, the whisper of it he thinks—well, maybe not right now.
right now all he can see is gossamer strands of white, moonlit silver; he can feel the flutter of eyelashes and the warmth of their colors. he doesn't look at the world the way humans do, but that doesn't mean he's blind to beauty.
he opens his lips to speak and feels the way they brush against one another, just barely.
ah, he'll have to try again.
this time he curls his fingers, grasping ahold of "this", whatever "this" is himself. an anchor, even if it's only for this moment. ]
I couldn't go. Right now—
[ is it he couldn't leave right now, or that he couldn't and he has something else to say? he trails off there because he really can't string more than two words together like this. ]
( When they part, it will feel like going from sea to shore: the people will be grim, the steps there will be heavy; the prisoners there held by the warden of gravity. And these things are all because Ish has trapped them there, and he cannot argue with their complaint, and he can only be anxious as they discuss closer toward a means to kill him.
But, until then. He is here, and Ish is stumbling so close to his lips, and he is silly and warm, and Hwylryn feels what he had offered to Akira: why don't we put aside your role, why don't we set down our obligations and friends, and why don't we play, just the two of us? Why can't we? Why not? )
"Right now"...?
( His lips curl, his tone the familiar time of teasing. He's making it hard for Ish, huh. He's so cute. Ish is really, really cute. He wonders how many other people get to see Ish like this.
Selfishly, he hopes it's just him.
He laughs lightly, a prelude to mischief, before he releases Ish from his hold in both ways - before he quite unceremoniously wraps his arms around him instead, tugging him from his invisible seat and onto the chaise so they can flop over there, Hwylryn holding Ish against his chest. His heart thrums quick and loud; a happy caper in the fields of his heart.
Hwylryn does this because he wants to hold him like this. But he also thinks it'd be a little easier for Ish to break out of than face to face. A whole bit of selfishness and a little bit of mercy. You're welcome!
And his dragon, in the process, slipped off Ish's arm, to curl and coil and and settle around his neck, like Ish had done to Hwylryn the day before. )
Well, since I'm not going anywhere, maybe you'll have all the time in the world to figure it out.
[ well, at least now he can think again. it's not particularly coherent thoughts in the slightest, and he makes a sound something like a squawk as he's practically manhandled onto the chaise. this is the most he's let anyone touch him in many, many, years. it's unfamiliar, ticklish, and that's not counting the dragon his neck.
he could teleport right now and be done with all of this, but he stays. though he doesn't really settle, he's at least not squirming. ]
I know how to kiss someone! [ he does not know this, actually.
because this is the first time he's been in this situation in all of his years, even if he can guess at the shape of it through process of elimination and ghosts of desire he never let manifest.
he still doesn't know what's going on but that's what he manages to get out, so maybe that's progress of some sort. who knows. he doesn't. ]
( It's hard to ask if Hwylryn wanted to or not - instead of muddling around his sea-deep thoughts, let's crack him open and look inside: the answer is yes. He has. But that's also it's not a native thing for him, it's not a dragon thing exactly. It's something learned, and this - the holding, the touching, the coiling - is what he knows most naturally. Despite his forward demeanor, he's a little afraid to ruin what he has; he treasures it with care, and just holds it close.
But maybe Ish will regret introducing kisses, because now there's nothing to stop Hwylryn from wanting and asking for them and taking them. You keep giving him cookies!!! When will you learn actions have consequences!!!!!
But for this very first one, he's patient.
He grins so wide, his eyes narrowed but bright, like a delighted kitty cat. )
i'm not writing another essay again, but the answer is not no, and the only reason the answer is not a simple yes is because he feels like he's been thrown back thousands of years, staring up at the cotton candy skies of elysia instead of the humid glass panes of the greenhouse. he's never thought of anyone this way before and while he knows he's capable of it (because he has a heart and that's something not even he could forget), perhaps the simplest explanation is that the fact that he feels anything at all has arrested all of his thoughts from going any further.
but he's getting called out so he has to respond, that smile notwithstanding (that smile is in fact very distracting, just like all the notes he saw before, maybe for the first time).
it's hard to say what's natural to him, he who came to be in a humanoid form with the ability to transform as easily as he could breathe. he who clung to norna's hands and chased after her for hugs, he who would curl up next to her as a snake so he could better fit alongside her and fill in all the space until they were one. ]
I—
[ didn't say that, but he also didn't not say it, and arghhhhhhh. he bites back a fine, because it's more than fine. in what way? arghhhhh x2.
...
he leans in and presses their lips together. the kiss is soft, another contrast in how he is. he gets a little lost in the sensation of how it feels, warm and—he won't hold the contact too long if he has his way and he will also be furiously looking away again after. though this time it is exceedingly obvious the reason that he's doing so is because he's flushed red. ]
( If Ish hadn't done it, Hwylryn would've - but he's really happy that Ish did, first. Really, really happy.
Ish kisses soft and sweet, and Hwylryn follows in kind - light as sunshine; the breeze; the lapping waves at shore. Hwylryn's kiss is lingering, but not forceful - he'll keep Ish a few moments more maybe than he might've stayed, but lets Ish pull away to have his embarrassment. And he allows it, because he wants to know how Ish looks after he's been kissed - no, after they've kissed, for the first time. And he isn't disappointed in the least.
Ish will find Hwylryn's dragon rubbing its head happily against the underside of his jaw. If it could purr, it would. )
You're sooooo cute, did you know that?
( Alas, Ish turned away means he's wide open... With great mischief, he presses another kiss to the corner of his jaw, where the sensitive skin of his ear connects - and if he can get Ish to look his way when he does it, whether out of surprise or otherwise, he's going to catch his lips again (his secret evil plan). If Ish doesn't, then he will have to suffer a very different, grim reality: Hwylryn will kiss him again, the second kiss just against the tragus of his ear, which means now his voice is super close to it (his other secret evil plan). )
[ ah, he's made a terrible, terrible mistake hasn't he? to kill a witch, you need not pour water on them or tie them to a burning pyre, but simply bestow upon them a flurry of kisses.
here he is, trying to have his embarrassment and figure out just what is happening in his heart, when the smaller dragon (this too is his hubris because it's his fault that it exists) adds to it. he barely has time to process that when hwylryn sees fit to stomp on his corpse. kissing skin he didn't even know was sensitive is unfair enough, but the real killer is:
cute? cute??????
he turns back to refute this slander, when he's hit with a second kiss on the lips.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
what was he screaming about again? he doesn't remember, all he can remember is the feeling of hwylryn's lips on his. again he doesn't linger, but this time he doesn't turn away.
( ohhhh nooooooo everything about this makes Hwylryn grin, grin enough that he can feel it in his cheeks as he tries not to laugh for the sake of Ish's pride (but it's an endeared laugh, for what it's worth) - though, perhaps that's a lost cause at this point. )
Why would I kill you when I like you soooooo much?
( And there's not a falsehood in that. )
Three's a really nice number, though. Can I get a third, please? Pretty, pretty please?
( three ways 2 torment ish with kisses: goad him into kissing, stealing a kiss, asking very nicely for a kiss? (he can think of more but he's starting to have mercy. maybe.)
One hand releases Ish from Hwylryn's nefarious hold to brush back his hair again, once again to get a proper look at his face - his apple-red cheeks that much richer than the blush he'd worn before. )
[ he should wait, he absolutely should, but he might be really weak to please actually. or he might just be trying to save the microscopic sliver of pride he has left. either way, he's an idiot.
hwylryn will get his third kiss. ish is so pouty, but there's a brightness in his eyes and in how he holds himself, even if he's still very much dead. ]
I don't need to wait. I waited for 1800 years, so. [ GRUMBLE, GRUMBLE.
yeah that was his first kiss. first three kisses and his head is entirely empty. ]
( Ish is pouty, but Hwylryn treasures it just as much as each one that came before. He returns it - of course - but this time he does not force lingering, even if he's never quite the first to break it, because each kiss has its own character, and he loves every faucet they represent. )
Then I'll say sorry for being so late.
( He thinks it's terrible no one has kissed Ish before? He's not that hard to get to know, and he's really sweet if you just try to know him (what he'd been trying to say at the Primrose meeting lowkey), and...
( Can you imagine still having firsts after so many thousands of years... because this is a first for Hwylryn - at least, as far as his memory extends. And he??? what does he do with this feeling?? normally he'd grasp this thing he wants and loves and he would hold it in his hands as his treasure and he would take it deep, deep underwater, and he would set it pretty in the kelp and the coral like a pearl, and he would keep it close and adore it, for however many hundreds of years, but he can't do that right now? he is beached, for better or worse, he can't steal Ish away into a home made of sea-shaped rock and whale bone, he can't just pick him up and put him in a clamshell and leave with him, and it drives him a little bit insane to be so, grounded, what is he supposed to do with this feeling except
just )
... That... makes me really happy.
( His hand comes to rest against Ish's cheek, cupping where he wants to grab (Ish, the concept of Ish, the whole of him). Anyway, he thinks Ish would like hearing that? And: )
... Does that make you happy?
( because that's what hwy wants to hear, he thinks. before he gets carried away. before he sweeps ish up in this current of great emotion, )
he let's his eyes slide closed because it helps but also because he's wants to, leaning into the touch in the very same way the little dragon did earlier.
his face is still bright and hot. ]
...but yeah. [ quietly, but not meekly. trying out the shape of it. seeing if he will combust, but he doesn't. seeing if he himself will reject it, but he doesn't. ]
( Wahh... He lets Ish work it out slowly, happy to just watch him figure out these firsts, happy he gets to be the one there for him for this. It's like everything falls away, and it's just the two of them in this warm little bubble, in a world no bigger than this chaise.
And would that he could sink it to the bottom of the sea. )
... Can we... figure out that feeling together?
( He strokes Ish's cheek with his thumb, happily letting him lean into his palm. The little dragon's own rubbing has slowed into a cozy little movement, as if drifting off, but, if it could be emitting little hearts in its contentedness, it probably would be. )
... I want to find more things that make you happy. Things that we can do.
( Now, these don't have to be specifically romantic things - really, he's just thinking of anything, as long as they can do them together. (But if they're doing them together, then maybe that's inherently romantic?) )
[ the flusters back again, though his eyes stay closed. he's not used to being looked at in this way, especially after everything he's done and currently doing.
his actions will have to speak for him (yes), as his body slowly untenses and starts to settle into this novel, precarious position. (his pride, but his everything right now, why is he the one on hwylryn's lap!) ]
[ his eyes snap open at that, the reds of his cheek matching his eyes. of course that's why his expression says, but once again he doesn't get that out. ]
A da— [ aaaaaaaaaa continues!!!
okay, he's pushing through it even if now it's worse. why is he more aware of hwylryn's hands now? ]
I'm sure!! [ don't look at him like that you two. or if you do look at how DETERMINED he looks. while still being flushed because who knows if he'll ever reset at this rate. ]
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he always pauses in moments like this, but in the end he's a creature of emotion and impulse. that's inescapable, as are the chains that wrap his heart, as are the sins that paint him black.
finally the rest of him stirs a little, not the pinks and reds because even magic couldn't hide his hues and he'd be liable to fumble the spell if he tried. the smaller dragon will need to accept not being the #1 dragon here, as he's lifting his one hand to place it over the one on his cheek. he knows it's there, but he needs to feel it on his own. ]
I—yeah. You can.
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... Then don't count on me to go anywhere.
( He's clingy! But Ish knows that. Ish knows that, so - maybe he won't (or will) be surprised when Hwylryn's face pulls closer. Their noses and foreheads brush, the air between their warm cheeks hot - their lips close,
but not,
quite yet. )
... So please... don't go anywhere, either. Even if you mean to come back.
( Whether it is to leave for awhile, or die, or otherwise - please just stay ... right where you are. )
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he also has ears all over the grounds even if he isn't literally in the walls. he doesn't pick up on everything but he has a sense of a shift of moods, especially between others. it's not lost on him who's getting close (even if he doesn't know the details), so he knows that hwylryn is like "this", that he gets along with most others, is overly affectionate and everything that comes with it. so having an interest in him, liking him has just been part of "this".
but it still bothered him, even if it was only on the point of pride where he didn't quite get why. because hwylryn's whims didn't match up exactly how he expected, post tia's death and more than that, post execution. letting him be a dragon again aside, he's under no illusion that being picked as executioner is a gift in most situations. and the trade they made after that was enlightening even if ish still didn't get it entirely (still doesn't in other shapes). what it had brought him was acceptance and fondness. the yearning, the desire, the acting upon it to follow whims will always be sweet to him, sickly so in some cases. if hwylryn is someone who encapsulates that, then he's a kindred spirit in some way. more than that, the reasons he had given him weren't that shallow at all. he felt that somewhere, even if he didn't express it at the time. but really, what he actually heard the most were cain's rendition of him at trial and hwylryn's response, and that very simple wish at the pond.
there are emotions he remembers, sensations he remembers from when he was young and knew nothing but happiness and curiosity. they're faded, worn, but still etched on his heart. he knows what he's feeling, the whisper of it he thinks—well, maybe not right now.
right now all he can see is gossamer strands of white, moonlit silver; he can feel the flutter of eyelashes and the warmth of their colors. he doesn't look at the world the way humans do, but that doesn't mean he's blind to beauty.
he opens his lips to speak and feels the way they brush against one another, just barely.
ah, he'll have to try again.
this time he curls his fingers, grasping ahold of "this", whatever "this" is himself. an anchor, even if it's only for this moment. ]
I couldn't go. Right now—
[ is it he couldn't leave right now, or that he couldn't and he has something else to say? he trails off there because he really can't string more than two words together like this. ]
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But, until then. He is here, and Ish is stumbling so close to his lips, and he is silly and warm, and Hwylryn feels what he had offered to Akira: why don't we put aside your role, why don't we set down our obligations and friends, and why don't we play, just the two of us? Why can't we? Why not? )
"Right now"...?
( His lips curl, his tone the familiar time of teasing. He's making it hard for Ish, huh. He's so cute. Ish is really, really cute. He wonders how many other people get to see Ish like this.
Selfishly, he hopes it's just him.
He laughs lightly, a prelude to mischief, before he releases Ish from his hold in both ways - before he quite unceremoniously wraps his arms around him instead, tugging him from his invisible seat and onto the chaise so they can flop over there, Hwylryn holding Ish against his chest. His heart thrums quick and loud; a happy caper in the fields of his heart.
Hwylryn does this because he wants to hold him like this. But he also thinks it'd be a little easier for Ish to break out of than face to face. A whole bit of selfishness and a little bit of mercy. You're welcome!
And his dragon, in the process, slipped off Ish's arm, to curl and coil and and settle around his neck, like Ish had done to Hwylryn the day before. )
Well, since I'm not going anywhere, maybe you'll have all the time in the world to figure it out.
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he could teleport right now and be done with all of this, but he stays. though he doesn't really settle, he's at least not squirming. ]
Figure out what? [ maybe everything ish. ]
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because this is the first time he's been in this situation in all of his years, even if he can guess at the shape of it through process of elimination and ghosts of desire he never let manifest.
he still doesn't know what's going on but that's what he manages to get out, so maybe that's progress of some sort. who knows. he doesn't. ]
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that's
!!!!!
Hwylryn smiles so, so bright. )
You want to kiss me?
( It's hard to ask if Hwylryn wanted to or not - instead of muddling around his sea-deep thoughts, let's crack him open and look inside: the answer is yes. He has. But that's also it's not a native thing for him, it's not a dragon thing exactly. It's something learned, and this - the holding, the touching, the coiling - is what he knows most naturally. Despite his forward demeanor, he's a little afraid to ruin what he has; he treasures it with care, and just holds it close.
But maybe Ish will regret introducing kisses, because now there's nothing to stop Hwylryn from wanting and asking for them and taking them. You keep giving him cookies!!! When will you learn actions have consequences!!!!!
But for this very first one, he's patient.
He grins so wide, his eyes narrowed but bright, like a delighted kitty cat. )
Well, why don't you?
( Since you know how :) )
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i'm not writing another essay again, but the answer is not no, and the only reason the answer is not a simple yes is because he feels like he's been thrown back thousands of years, staring up at the cotton candy skies of elysia instead of the humid glass panes of the greenhouse. he's never thought of anyone this way before and while he knows he's capable of it (because he has a heart and that's something not even he could forget), perhaps the simplest explanation is that the fact that he feels anything at all has arrested all of his thoughts from going any further.
but he's getting called out so he has to respond, that smile notwithstanding (that smile is in fact very distracting, just like all the notes he saw before, maybe for the first time).
it's hard to say what's natural to him, he who came to be in a humanoid form with the ability to transform as easily as he could breathe. he who clung to norna's hands and chased after her for hugs, he who would curl up next to her as a snake so he could better fit alongside her and fill in all the space until they were one. ]
I—
[ didn't say that, but he also didn't not say it, and arghhhhhhh. he bites back a fine, because it's more than fine. in what way? arghhhhh x2.
...
he leans in and presses their lips together. the kiss is soft, another contrast in how he is. he gets a little lost in the sensation of how it feels, warm and—he won't hold the contact too long if he has his way and he will also be furiously looking away again after. though this time it is exceedingly obvious the reason that he's doing so is because he's flushed red. ]
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Ish kisses soft and sweet, and Hwylryn follows in kind - light as sunshine; the breeze; the lapping waves at shore. Hwylryn's kiss is lingering, but not forceful - he'll keep Ish a few moments more maybe than he might've stayed, but lets Ish pull away to have his embarrassment. And he allows it, because he wants to know how Ish looks after he's been kissed - no, after they've kissed, for the first time. And he isn't disappointed in the least.
Ish will find Hwylryn's dragon rubbing its head happily against the underside of his jaw. If it could purr, it would. )
You're sooooo cute, did you know that?
( Alas, Ish turned away means he's wide open... With great mischief, he presses another kiss to the corner of his jaw, where the sensitive skin of his ear connects - and if he can get Ish to look his way when he does it, whether out of surprise or otherwise, he's going to catch his lips again (his secret evil plan). If Ish doesn't, then he will have to suffer a very different, grim reality: Hwylryn will kiss him again, the second kiss just against the tragus of his ear, which means now his voice is super close to it (his other secret evil plan). )
Way too cute.
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here he is, trying to have his embarrassment and figure out just what is happening in his heart, when the smaller dragon (this too is his hubris because it's his fault that it exists) adds to it. he barely has time to process that when hwylryn sees fit to stomp on his corpse. kissing skin he didn't even know was sensitive is unfair enough, but the real killer is:
cute? cute??????
he turns back to refute this slander, when he's hit with a second kiss on the lips.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
what was he screaming about again? he doesn't remember, all he can remember is the feeling of hwylryn's lips on his. again he doesn't linger, but this time he doesn't turn away.
why dodge if you're already dead. ]
You—I—just kill me already!
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Why would I kill you when I like you soooooo much?
( And there's not a falsehood in that. )
Three's a really nice number, though. Can I get a third, please? Pretty, pretty please?
( three ways 2 torment ish with kisses: goad him into kissing, stealing a kiss, asking very nicely for a kiss? (he can think of more but he's starting to have mercy. maybe.)
One hand releases Ish from Hwylryn's nefarious hold to brush back his hair again, once again to get a proper look at his face - his apple-red cheeks that much richer than the blush he'd worn before. )
But I can also wait. We can make it special.
( hwy probably isn't helping ish's predicament )
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hwylryn will get his third kiss. ish is so pouty, but there's a brightness in his eyes and in how he holds himself, even if he's still very much dead. ]
I don't need to wait. I waited for 1800 years, so. [ GRUMBLE, GRUMBLE.
yeah that was his first kiss. first three kisses and his head is entirely empty. ]
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Then I'll say sorry for being so late.
( He thinks it's terrible no one has kissed Ish before? He's not that hard to get to know, and he's really sweet if you just try to know him (what he'd been trying to say at the Primrose meeting lowkey), and...
wait )
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( wait???????? )
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[ tense change, because...
he guesses he might be now????
his heads still empty. ]
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just )
... That... makes me really happy.
( His hand comes to rest against Ish's cheek, cupping where he wants to grab (Ish, the concept of Ish, the whole of him). Anyway, he thinks Ish would like hearing that? And: )
... Does that make you happy?
( because that's what hwy wants to hear, he thinks. before he gets carried away. before he sweeps ish up in this current of great emotion, )
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he let's his eyes slide closed because it helps but also because he's wants to, leaning into the touch in the very same way the little dragon did earlier.
his face is still bright and hot. ]
...but yeah. [ quietly, but not meekly. trying out the shape of it. seeing if he will combust, but he doesn't. seeing if he himself will reject it, but he doesn't. ]
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And would that he could sink it to the bottom of the sea. )
... Can we... figure out that feeling together?
( He strokes Ish's cheek with his thumb, happily letting him lean into his palm. The little dragon's own rubbing has slowed into a cozy little movement, as if drifting off, but, if it could be emitting little hearts in its contentedness, it probably would be. )
... I want to find more things that make you happy. Things that we can do.
( Now, these don't have to be specifically romantic things - really, he's just thinking of anything, as long as they can do them together. (But if they're doing them together, then maybe that's inherently romantic?) )
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[ the flusters back again, though his eyes stay closed. he's not used to being looked at in this way, especially after everything he's done and currently doing.
his actions will have to speak for him (yes), as his body slowly untenses and starts to settle into this novel, precarious position. (his pride, but his everything right now, why is he the one on hwylryn's lap!) ]
What kind of things?
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( :D
He settles in, and Hwylryn only steadies his grip around his waist with more certainty. As before, he's fascinated watching Ish's expression shift.
He hums thoughtfully, the sound melodic... )
Why don't we go on a date?
( :D??? )
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A da— [ aaaaaaaaaa continues!!!
okay, he's pushing through it even if now it's worse. why is he more aware of hwylryn's hands now? ]
Not now, right? I need— time.
[ small text real, he's doing his best. ]
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( he'll let ish live (maybe), he figures ish needs to steel his heart... ganba his little noodle... )
Then, why don't we start with things you like normally? ( thinkin about his profile... ) We already eat together...
( though it's not high-end cuisine, he sees ish eats stuff in a fancy way (gazing at that lemon) )
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We can go on a date!! A real date!!!! [ yes he's shouting this let's hope sousuke isn't outside- ]
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hwy looks supris! (his little dragon also looks surpris) )
—Are you sure? It's not too much for you?
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