( 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. )
( He's already grinning, but he's grinning wider now. Forget the little dragon, if a Hwylryn could purr, he would be. )
You'll make me want to do it again. ( a real threat, ) But next time, I might eat you up.
( a real threat—
He's gonna find one of Ish's hands though, and he's gonna squeeze it real tight. )
C'mon. Before we do this forever. ( wait, ) Oh—
( oh yeah he had a thing in his sash to give literally 60 comments ago, )
I almost forgot. I was going to give you this. I don't know if it'll last once everything resets, but that means I can just make something new next week, right?
( Hwylryn turns Ish's held hand up and places a little, ribboned pouch in Ish's hands, made with fabric from the workshop. Should he open it, he will find a little earring - simply made (honestly, one could even say crudely made, given Hwy's very new to this) from whatever bits and bobs he could pull out of the workshop and rig into something that works as an earring.
The little (presumably false) gemstone shines, the ribbon fabrics are quite soft, and the little snake (probably shaped out of bendy, wire-like metals), by virtue of being black, hides much of its imperfection. )
Maybe next time I'll surprise you. [ said with all the bravado he can muster, which is paper thin. somewhere in there though, is the glimmer that he might be telling the truth actually. even if he doesn't know it yet himself.
it's not a thought that lingers (like all of his thoughts right now honestly), when his eyes fall to the little pouch in his palm. he opens it momentarily, his expression open and innocent.
for all the novel ways hwylryn has seen him today, this expression might be the purest. ]
This is for me? [ obviously but. he's lost his breath again, somewhere beneath the sea. ]
I can keep things if I want to. [ remember how he was head empty before? his entire body might as well be made of seafoam and bubbles in this moment.
with care he takes out the earring, staring at it, the purple in his eyes nearly subsuming the red. ]
I'm going to keep this forever.
[ no hesitation, no bravado; full confidence, spoken from the heart. ]
( Hwylryn loves the idea of being surprised - and he'll hold that promise close until it melds into his chest and he forgets to recall it, until Ish really does surprise him, next time. He's happy to look forward to it.
Honestly, he didn't think Ish would like the gift that much - not that he thought he wouldn't, but! The way Ish looks, he speaks, he seems to feel - Hwylryn doesn't know all the nuances, the context, the meaning, but -
Well, he thinks he knows he likes how Ish looks and he acts and he sounds, and it reverberates like a flutter in his chest. )
Forever's a really long time.
( Happy. He sounds happy. Humans say that sort of thing all the time, but - and they don't mean badly! - they never mean it. They lose track of things; they forget; they pass things on - you know. They're sweet flaws, and often harmless. But - he thinks - Ish sounds like he means it. The sentiment feels true. )
You'll have to find space, because I'm gonna make you more things.
I know. [ the kisses and the sea he's fallen into besides, a gift like this is special. other people have given him gifts and tokens, hwylryn has even, but this is different. this is personal in a way he didn't ask for, in a way that was simply given to him out of affection without any strings or deals attached. ]
I'll make the space. [ give him a moment to come back into himself, because he's still too taken to do anything but stare at the simple piece of jewelry like it's the greatest treasure in the world. ]
Thank you. [ he hesitates now, feeling the bubble of an impulse rise in his chest. and then he leans in for one more kiss. this one he sighs into, full of warmth and happiness. ]
( Oh— And that one does surprise him, and it delights him. It's not a kiss of devouring, it's just, something earnest and sweet - an expression of emotion - and he adores it. He kisses back, and he does not push or linger - it's more like how a bird chirps and another joins it, and they form a harmony.
Just something simple like that. )
Always.
( He offers his hand again, but patient. He's not going to rush Ish in his contentedness, in how sweetly he adores this thing Hwylryn made for him. )
Will we go?
( "Will we," like maybe there's a chance they give up and stay here forever instead. Hwylryn might not totally argue. )
We should. [ they really should. the "we" is novel and brand new, but slots into place easily. if he was a different type of person he might think he was dreaming, but he's only ever dreamed of one person and he doesn't sleep nowadays—
maybe that was when he started to lose track of things. or at the pond? or when he saw how happy hwylryn was with the giant torta de coco? he doesn't know. he'll look at it later if he has the time.
ah, time— ]
In five minutes. [ he tucks the earring into the satchel and places it carefully in his breast pocket. later he'll find time to mark his ear, like how his heart has been marked this conversation.
for now he takes hwylryn's hand. ]
And then we can go. [ he doesn't want to give up this warmth quite yet, even if it's foolish of him. ]
( Five more minutes, huh. He likes the sound of that, from someone who really needs to sleep more.
He squeezes his hand tight!! )
We have all the time in the world.
( Do they, really? But Hwylryn seems to truly mean it - as if he were sure time were arrested on this chaise, in this greenhouse, in the gardens. They could idle as many years away as they wanted the way humans do the minutes, and, surely, they would still have time.
Hwylryn shifts, and he settles his cheek on Ish's shoulder and he kind of sits to the side against him, What was once a more aggressive position, pushing him back against the chaise backing to kiss him, is now something much more harmless - a seamless shift from one attitude to another.
He closes his eyes, content in the warmth of the greenhouse, content with Ish. How dazzling it is, to feel a part of yourself accepted and treasured - because isn't that what a gift is? (It has been, for Hwylryn. "I like these things. Do you like these things, too? Do we have this in common? Do we connect in this way? And when I made this for you, did I understand you? And did you understand me?") )
I'll be here.
( He hums softly, unhurried. He'll dozen of his own accord, though he won't be asleep. )
...we do if I cheat. [ there's a lot of thoughts he has on that, but those are for later. for now he concentrates on his breath and the warmth of the body besides him.
it's awkward going, but eventually he wraps his arms around both the dragons who've ran off with his heart. he'll be here too and apparently he might be incapable of letting go. ]
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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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( hehe... He watches Ish happily :} Licking his own lips, )
I like your taste.
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...I should have went first. [ arrrrrgh. ]
Me too.
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You'll make me want to do it again. ( a real threat, ) But next time, I might eat you up.
( a real threat—
He's gonna find one of Ish's hands though, and he's gonna squeeze it real tight. )
C'mon. Before we do this forever. ( wait, ) Oh—
( oh yeah he had a thing in his sash to give literally 60 comments ago, )
I almost forgot. I was going to give you this. I don't know if it'll last once everything resets, but that means I can just make something new next week, right?
( Hwylryn turns Ish's held hand up and places a little, ribboned pouch in Ish's hands, made with fabric from the workshop. Should he open it, he will find a little earring - simply made (honestly, one could even say crudely made, given Hwy's very new to this) from whatever bits and bobs he could pull out of the workshop and rig into something that works as an earring.
The little (presumably false) gemstone shines, the ribbon fabrics are quite soft, and the little snake (probably shaped out of bendy, wire-like metals), by virtue of being black, hides much of its imperfection. )
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it's not a thought that lingers (like all of his thoughts right now honestly), when his eyes fall to the little pouch in his palm. he opens it momentarily, his expression open and innocent.
for all the novel ways hwylryn has seen him today, this expression might be the purest. ]
This is for me? [ obviously but. he's lost his breath again, somewhere beneath the sea. ]
I can keep things if I want to. [ remember how he was head empty before? his entire body might as well be made of seafoam and bubbles in this moment.
with care he takes out the earring, staring at it, the purple in his eyes nearly subsuming the red. ]
I'm going to keep this forever.
[ no hesitation, no bravado; full confidence, spoken from the heart. ]
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Honestly, he didn't think Ish would like the gift that much - not that he thought he wouldn't, but! The way Ish looks, he speaks, he seems to feel - Hwylryn doesn't know all the nuances, the context, the meaning, but -
Well, he thinks he knows he likes how Ish looks and he acts and he sounds, and it reverberates like a flutter in his chest. )
Forever's a really long time.
( Happy. He sounds happy. Humans say that sort of thing all the time, but - and they don't mean badly! - they never mean it. They lose track of things; they forget; they pass things on - you know. They're sweet flaws, and often harmless. But - he thinks - Ish sounds like he means it. The sentiment feels true. )
You'll have to find space, because I'm gonna make you more things.
( Guy who decided this just now! )
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I'll make the space. [ give him a moment to come back into himself, because he's still too taken to do anything but stare at the simple piece of jewelry like it's the greatest treasure in the world. ]
Thank you. [ he hesitates now, feeling the bubble of an impulse rise in his chest. and then he leans in for one more kiss. this one he sighs into, full of warmth and happiness. ]
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Just something simple like that. )
Always.
( He offers his hand again, but patient. He's not going to rush Ish in his contentedness, in how sweetly he adores this thing Hwylryn made for him. )
Will we go?
( "Will we," like maybe there's a chance they give up and stay here forever instead. Hwylryn might not totally argue. )
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maybe that was when he started to lose track of things. or at the pond? or when he saw how happy hwylryn was with the giant torta de coco? he doesn't know. he'll look at it later if he has the time.
ah, time— ]
In five minutes. [ he tucks the earring into the satchel and places it carefully in his breast pocket. later he'll find time to mark his ear, like how his heart has been marked this conversation.
for now he takes hwylryn's hand. ]
And then we can go. [ he doesn't want to give up this warmth quite yet, even if it's foolish of him. ]
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He squeezes his hand tight!! )
We have all the time in the world.
( Do they, really? But Hwylryn seems to truly mean it - as if he were sure time were arrested on this chaise, in this greenhouse, in the gardens. They could idle as many years away as they wanted the way humans do the minutes, and, surely, they would still have time.
Hwylryn shifts, and he settles his cheek on Ish's shoulder and he kind of sits to the side against him, What was once a more aggressive position, pushing him back against the chaise backing to kiss him, is now something much more harmless - a seamless shift from one attitude to another.
He closes his eyes, content in the warmth of the greenhouse, content with Ish. How dazzling it is, to feel a part of yourself accepted and treasured - because isn't that what a gift is? (It has been, for Hwylryn. "I like these things. Do you like these things, too? Do we have this in common? Do we connect in this way? And when I made this for you, did I understand you? And did you understand me?") )
I'll be here.
( He hums softly, unhurried. He'll dozen of his own accord, though he won't be asleep. )
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it's awkward going, but eventually he wraps his arms around both the dragons who've ran off with his heart. he'll be here too and apparently he might be incapable of letting go. ]