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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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. ]