[ 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. ]
( Somewhere in all that yellin (metaphorical and literal), Hwylryn has gauged he should go a little easier on Ish, since he's just so green to all this. While Hwyl isn't sure what that'd look like, Hwylryn being the type to just feel it out, he set the expectation he should maybe slow down with the kisses after the rush of the initial three.
( Laughter bubbling in his throat, Hwylryn kisses back, and, if Ish doesn't instantly die (this may be a big ask), he will keep kissing - hand pulling free from Ish's waist so he can be cupping his cheeks with both hands. This time he wont chase (much) if Ish breaks it - how are they gonna go on a date if Ish dies, )
and this time he doesn't break the kiss either. it's overwhelming, and there's no real thoughts in his mind, but he's a creature of emotion who's found himself swept up by the tide.
he'll get washed out sooner rather than later, but for now he'll enjoy this. because that's definitely what he's feeling, as confusing, illogical, and nonsensical as it is. ]
( Ish's started to surprise him, and if there's anything Hwylryn likes, it's surprises. Maybe, though, he was just underestimating him? Sorry, sorry! He'll do better, here's his apology - without the tide receding, it rides further up shore - and more waves come crashing down therein.
Ish won't break it, so Hwylryn won't either. He persists like he wants to know how far Ish is willing to go - a curious kiss; silly and without much more meaning than just the fun of the act, just the pleasure of feelings thrumming in harmony. Thought of the date is on hold. Right now, there's just this.
He presses against Ish, and presses him gradually back against the back of the chaise, a kiss somewhere between wanting and eating, like he can't have enough. He still holds back - a little bit - because he is overwhelming and hungry, and his affection is somewhere between love and drowning. Can he wash Ish that far? Would Ish mind? Instead of pulling back, he'll let Ish let him know. His lips press at an angle, tongue running brief along his lips - let him in? (He's just excited. Don't mind him.) )
[ don't mind him? as if he could do anything else when hwylryn's crowding his thoughts and feelings, his space, his heart.
his lips part, maybe to speak a word, maybe to take a breath, maybe to open himself to the tide—whatever his intention was it's lost in the seafoam between them. the two tines of his tongue pull back to ease hwylryn forward, a tide of his own.
ahhhh. he can't stay here too long, but he tastes—finally he pulls back, looking down but not away, deep breaths as he comes back into himself. ]
( Ah, so there's the line - in a sense. For now, or maybe forever, Hwylryn doesn't mind. But he's learned one more thing - greedy as he is, when he's already learned so much. )
... Was it fun?
( He'll give Ish time if he needs it. Hwylryn is the one who delayed them, after all. The beach state of mind... just doing what you want, like you have endless time to float in those sunny seas. )
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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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( cute... no...... cute........ )
Do you want to walk in the gardens with me?
( See? Very Easy :) )
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I do! [ why is he still yelling smh.
though...
in a moment of impulse (also his pride), he leans in to press another kiss between their lips. ]
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and then ish gets him !!!!! )
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and this time he doesn't break the kiss either. it's overwhelming, and there's no real thoughts in his mind, but he's a creature of emotion who's found himself swept up by the tide.
he'll get washed out sooner rather than later, but for now he'll enjoy this. because that's definitely what he's feeling, as confusing, illogical, and nonsensical as it is. ]
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Ish won't break it, so Hwylryn won't either. He persists like he wants to know how far Ish is willing to go - a curious kiss; silly and without much more meaning than just the fun of the act, just the pleasure of feelings thrumming in harmony. Thought of the date is on hold. Right now, there's just this.
He presses against Ish, and presses him gradually back against the back of the chaise, a kiss somewhere between wanting and eating, like he can't have enough. He still holds back - a little bit - because he is overwhelming and hungry, and his affection is somewhere between love and drowning. Can he wash Ish that far? Would Ish mind? Instead of pulling back, he'll let Ish let him know. His lips press at an angle, tongue running brief along his lips - let him in? (He's just excited. Don't mind him.) )
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his lips part, maybe to speak a word, maybe to take a breath, maybe to open himself to the tide—whatever his intention was it's lost in the seafoam between them. the two tines of his tongue pull back to ease hwylryn forward, a tide of his own.
ahhhh. he can't stay here too long, but he tastes—finally he pulls back, looking down but not away, deep breaths as he comes back into himself. ]
...
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... Was it fun?
( He'll give Ish time if he needs it. Hwylryn is the one who delayed them, after all. The beach state of mind... just doing what you want, like you have endless time to float in those sunny seas. )
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You first. [ let him have this. he's still dead and overwhelmed, but he's here.
(fun isn't what he'd call it, but they can disagree on semantics while agreeing on everything else). ]
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