[ despite all his meaningful gestures, his affections and the way he's looked at hwylryn tonight—he was waiting for something else. surely hwylryn would have been mad at him, yelled at him or given him the cold shoulder or worse. ish is cruel, he really, really, is but he's also a creature of love. that came first before everything else he's become.
he's wanted to kiss him properly but hasn't felt like he's deserved it, and so when hwylryn takes the initiative something blossoms in his chest. he won't pull back first this time even if he should have, but he doesn't drown even if he's breathless and even if they definitely dipped just a little in their levitation from his complete lack of focus. ]
I do. What kind of music shall we dance to? [ one hand moves to hwylryn's back, the other clasping their hands together. he was quite practiced at dancing once and his time here has dusted off his skills so they shine again. ]
( He smiles bright, not at all a formal dancer, but he's picked up enough over the years that he can follow once Ish takes position. If there's anything the spirits of nature adore, it's passion, music, and dance.
He clasps Ish's hand in his, the other at the crook of his neck - maybe not precisely the right place - but it means he can stroke him fondly before moving his hand a little further down the shoulder. Ish's hands there mean he should take up a stance around here, right? Close enough! Fun enough! They'll figure it out, turn by turn. )
Right now I'm happy, so I want something that matches the beat of my heart.
( He's refined enough to slow dance, but right now, does that feel right? He thinks they're both in an improved mood, so why not celebrate it? )
I don't have one yet. [ yet, it'll probably be whatever they dance to here because he's sunk. ]
Hmmm... maybe something like this? [ i am mobile so save me from proper form for this, but an energetic, bouncy song for a foxtrot filters through the night. he is not from a world with the tango or salsa, so this is the best he can do. ]
( Given he's from a high fantasy setting, a foxtrot probably sounds modern and novel to his ear - Hwylryn listens along for a few moments, then smiles bright. He likes the sound, but, more importantly, he likes that Ish picked it. )
It's perfect. ( It's perfect because it's them, and what more does it need? ) Is there a particular way you dance to it?
( Not that he needs one, but he's curious to know! )
It starts like a waltz, but it has fast movements to it. Slow-slow-quick-quick steps that build off each other.
[ much like how their interactions have gone, really. things were slow until they suddenly were Not and now they're here, moving too fast by any definition of the phrase but.
isn't that just them too?
accompanying tune that's perfect (I take no credit except ish's ability to make this IC reality). ]
( Hwylryn is definitely a loose dancer - he's not worried about every step, but he's good at following Ish's lead and the rhythm, and he, above all, is having a lot of fun.
then ish ATTACKA HIM!!! It's uncharacteristic for Hwylryn to flush in surprise like this, so Ish can consider this a job well done. )
... Maybe I just look a little better tonight thanks to my handsome company.
( Normally, he'd say "I know"!! Or he'd have a smoother response!! But it feels a little different when it's Ish saying it... )
It must be, because I look like a mess.
( It's been hours since he was in that room, but he's sure his eyes must still be a little red, and he didn't go for a dip, so he's sure he doesn't look his best.
But it doesn't make him any less happy that Ish thinks so (he thinks so???) (something about when it's someone you care for saying it that makes any compliment that much more weighty)... )
Maybe that's part of it, but only a little. [ in contrast to how easily he usually flusters, ish is able to take the compliment with a soft smile. as much as it does tickle at his heart, he's more concerned with how hwylyrn feels to be put on the backfoot himself. ]
Even if I said you were—doesn't chaos exude a natural allure in it's own right? Isn't the natural beauty of emotions and feelings more than practiced smiles and countenances made to fit into an orderly box? [ leading into a turn with a flourish, the beat of his heart and the music their guide. ]
I think you always look beautiful. Though I like it when you're happy the most.
( Oh, Ish is smooth right now, huh? It's strange for him, but fun, too - to be outpaced, for once, for however briefly this lasts.
He follows the steps, faltered for a moment but making up for it with improved allegro; and when there comes a step that allows him to dip close, he does - and spots Ish a little kiss, before the song might ask them to pull away. )
... Then, you must be in luck. Because you're really good at making me really happy.
( Though this comes just a turn after he'd complained of being a mess - for reasons that are, apparently, Ish's devices - it's still sincere. He can't help that he can exist so divorced of context, sometimes. It's hard not to like Ish when he's indulging in this whim to dance through the starry sky; when he keeps his heart company, when he finds his rhythm and colors Hwylryn's cheeks with compliments as easy as the steps of this dance. )
( Ah... his fingers curl around Ish's hand in his, as if he could grasp his heart exactly that gently. )
I know. I trust you. ( Gently, and earnest. ) ... And as much as it pains me that you go, I'd rather that you move as you please.
( So the wind blows, and the river flows. Hwylryn is this, and so he would want it for Ish. )
And that gives us time to anticipate returning to one another, right? I like being with you . . . but thinking about you has been sweet, too. And now I can think about the things we might do in the future.
( However nebulous . . . if there exists one constant - that they would be enough - is that not enough to wheel the infinite realm of excitement and imagination? Isn't that more than enough? )
[ he smiles, satisfied in the trust given to him. it's a really funny gift to receive considering their circumstances but he's confident that this is the truth for both of them. somehow. ]
It does. What kind of things have you been thinking about?
[ by this point they've been falling for several seconds. it's fortunate that they've danced their way further into the gardens by the hedge maze, if nothing else. ]
( no ish is dead? tch his long con to kill ish failed—
Had Hwylryn said it that way on purpose? Absolutely not. Had he said it that way thoughtlessly? Absolutely. And so he suffers the consequences of his actions,
Ish's flurry of reactions are a delight - somewhere in there he pieces together a narrative, his eyes sparkling bright as he tries to keep pace with Ish's brain whirling, the pace of the conversation gone from smooth to frenetic—
and then they're falling, and Hwylryn is laughing as they go down - not cruelly! - realizing he's startled Ish bad enough to drop them, and he's totally forgotten in this split second of action that he's not impervious to injury anymore, and he's ought to be concerned!
They hit the hedge, the bush, with total, ungraceful impact, his laughter is stopped by the soreness of his body and the rude jostle of gravity. Unfortunately, he only finds this that much more delightful - like getting thrown around by Ish's emotion - and he hasn't fallen in such a long time, it's novel and fun. )
Hey!
( Okay, but first thing's first - is he on Ish? Either way, he's pulling off just enough to get a good look at Ish. He's probably scratched up, his hair tangled and twiggy, and the impact sure winded him, but he's so used to being impervious he doesn't even think about it. )
Are you okay? You didn't get hurt, right?
( As if Ish weren't the super powered one between them right now. He loosely brushes some hair behind his ear and out of his face so he can brush some twigs and leaves away from Ish's face. He can clarify but only as long as Ish is fine, first, )
[ well he's definitely spitting out some leaves but he sits up relatively quickly, taking hwylryn's face in his hands. he made sure to fall first so hwylryn is indeed on top of him. ]
Me? Who cares about me! You're— [ "with child" he tries to say it, but his mouth fails him. ]
( Ohhhh Ish... Sweet lovely silly Ish... He could kiss you but that might make it worse when there's real worry in Ish's gaze. )
He's already born.
( He turns his face in Ish's hand, pressing a kiss to his palm (let's say the red one). Affectionate, affectionate, soooo so fond. )
You know Junior, don't you? ( not just already born, but Very already born ) He's mine, so he's ours now.
( The he turns his cheek back so he's looking at Ish face-forward again, nuzzling his palm with delight. )
But I'd have a child with you, too. Maybe after all the steps.
( Hwylryn is not the type to care about whether they're following a proper order of things, nor is he the type to get fixated on marriage, but it was a lifeline Ish clung to as his panic overtook him - so, sure! They can keep to whatever steps there are! They can spend a thousand years on each one, for all he cares.
He's honestly not thinking about the logistics and implications of having a child, though. He just felt like saying it... so he did... he's just so delighted and amused and endeared right now... )
this is so much to digest so he's just going to try to go one thing at a time. ]
...Junior. Right, uh, sure? [ he's not sure if he's even speaking words anymore. ]
It's just me, you, and him? No one else? [ later when he hasn't left 99% of his brain up in the clouds, they'll talk about putting firm lines around their relationship to others and each other. right now, he just wants to make sure that there aren't more kids he needs to worry about providing for. ]
Yep! Just the three of us! I may not seem like it, but I can be pretty selective about these things.
( Brushing back Ish's bangs a little... gives him a little kissy on his forehead... )
So I hope you can come to feel for him the way I do, and support him all the same. I think you and him have a lot of things in common, and he's really sweet, just like you - I think you'll get along just fine. Please spoil him lots, okay?
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he's wanted to kiss him properly but hasn't felt like he's deserved it, and so when hwylryn takes the initiative something blossoms in his chest. he won't pull back first this time even if he should have, but he doesn't drown even if he's breathless and even if they definitely dipped just a little in their levitation from his complete lack of focus. ]
I do. What kind of music shall we dance to? [ one hand moves to hwylryn's back, the other clasping their hands together. he was quite practiced at dancing once and his time here has dusted off his skills so they shine again. ]
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( He smiles bright, not at all a formal dancer, but he's picked up enough over the years that he can follow once Ish takes position. If there's anything the spirits of nature adore, it's passion, music, and dance.
He clasps Ish's hand in his, the other at the crook of his neck
- maybe not precisely the right place - but it means he can stroke him fondly before moving his hand a little further down the shoulder. Ish's hands there mean he should take up a stance around here, right? Close enough! Fun enough! They'll figure it out, turn by turn. )
Right now I'm happy, so I want something that matches the beat of my heart.
( He's refined enough to slow dance, but right now, does that feel right? He thinks they're both in an improved mood, so why not celebrate it? )
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Hmmm... maybe something like this? [ i am mobile so save me from proper form for this, but an energetic, bouncy song for a foxtrot filters through the night. he is not from a world with the tango or salsa, so this is the best he can do. ]
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It's perfect. ( It's perfect because it's them, and what more does it need? ) Is there a particular way you dance to it?
( Not that he needs one, but he's curious to know! )
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[ much like how their interactions have gone, really. things were slow until they suddenly were Not and now they're here, moving too fast by any definition of the phrase but.
isn't that just them too?
accompanying tune that's perfect (I take no credit except ish's ability to make this IC reality). ]
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Lead me? I've never done a waltz before either, but you can count on me to learn pretty quick.
( Especially for someone who doesn't usually have legs like these. )
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though after not too long— ]
You're beautiful, Hwylryn.
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then ish ATTACKA HIM!!! It's uncharacteristic for Hwylryn to flush in surprise like this, so Ish can consider this a job well done. )
... Maybe I just look a little better tonight thanks to my handsome company.
( Normally, he'd say "I know"!! Or he'd have a smoother response!! But it feels a little different when it's Ish saying it... )
It must be, because I look like a mess.
( It's been hours since he was in that room, but he's sure his eyes must still be a little red, and he didn't go for a dip, so he's sure he doesn't look his best.
But it doesn't make him any less happy that Ish thinks so (he thinks so???) (something about when it's someone you care for saying it that makes any compliment that much more weighty)... )
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Even if I said you were—doesn't chaos exude a natural allure in it's own right? Isn't the natural beauty of emotions and feelings more than practiced smiles and countenances made to fit into an orderly box? [ leading into a turn with a flourish, the beat of his heart and the music their guide. ]
I think you always look beautiful. Though I like it when you're happy the most.
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He follows the steps, faltered for a moment but making up for it with improved allegro; and when there comes a step that allows him to dip close, he does - and spots Ish a little kiss, before the song might ask them to pull away. )
... Then, you must be in luck. Because you're really good at making me really happy.
( Though this comes just a turn after he'd complained of being a mess - for reasons that are, apparently, Ish's devices - it's still sincere. He can't help that he can exist so divorced of context, sometimes. It's hard not to like Ish when he's indulging in this whim to dance through the starry sky; when he keeps his heart company, when he finds his rhythm and colors Hwylryn's cheeks with compliments as easy as the steps of this dance. )
And I always miss you when you have to leave.
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But I come back don't I? I won't break my word to you.
There's somethings I won't lie about, but beyond that...I'd feel the pain of it—here. [ he guides their clasped hands to his chest, his heart. ]
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I know. I trust you. ( Gently, and earnest. ) ... And as much as it pains me that you go, I'd rather that you move as you please.
( So the wind blows, and the river flows. Hwylryn is this, and so he would want it for Ish. )
And that gives us time to anticipate returning to one another, right? I like being with you . . . but thinking about you has been sweet, too. And now I can think about the things we might do in the future.
( However nebulous . . . if there exists one constant - that they would be enough - is that not enough to wheel the infinite realm of excitement and imagination? Isn't that more than enough? )
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It does. What kind of things have you been thinking about?
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Well, we have a child already, so why don't we start with somewhere for all of us to live?
/idk
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...
well if hwy has a child that ish doesn't know about, that's odd but he is a dragon so- ]
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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ]
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allwevedoneiskiss?andholdhands?andembraceoneanotherand—
[ the image of how he was born cuts clearly into his mind.
norna married a snake and their embrace produced him. ]
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So we definitely skipped a step or at least two—
[ by this point they've been falling for several seconds. it's fortunate that they've danced their way further into the gardens by the hedge maze, if nothing else. ]
/done
[ whatever else ish has to say is promptly muffled by leaves.
he does however, literally support hwy when they fall, stopped not by his magic but the reality of gravity and scratchy twigs and leaves. ]
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Had Hwylryn said it that way on purpose? Absolutely not. Had he said it that way thoughtlessly? Absolutely. And so he suffers the consequences of his actions,
Ish's flurry of reactions are a delight - somewhere in there he pieces together a narrative, his eyes sparkling bright as he tries to keep pace with Ish's brain whirling, the pace of the conversation gone from smooth to frenetic—
and then they're falling, and Hwylryn is laughing as they go down - not cruelly! - realizing he's startled Ish bad enough to drop them, and he's totally forgotten in this split second of action that he's not impervious to injury anymore, and he's ought to be concerned!
They hit the hedge, the bush, with total, ungraceful impact, his laughter is stopped by the soreness of his body and the rude jostle of gravity. Unfortunately, he only finds this that much more delightful - like getting thrown around by Ish's emotion - and he hasn't fallen in such a long time, it's novel and fun. )
Hey!
( Okay, but first thing's first - is he on Ish? Either way, he's pulling off just enough to get a good look at Ish. He's probably scratched up, his hair tangled and twiggy, and the impact sure winded him, but he's so used to being impervious he doesn't even think about it. )
Are you okay? You didn't get hurt, right?
( As if Ish weren't the super powered one between them right now. He loosely brushes some hair behind his ear and out of his face so he can brush some twigs and leaves away from Ish's face. He can clarify but only as long as Ish is fine, first, )
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Me? Who cares about me! You're— [ "with child" he tries to say it, but his mouth fails him. ]
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He's already born.
( He turns his face in Ish's hand, pressing a kiss to his palm (let's say the red one). Affectionate, affectionate, soooo so fond. )
You know Junior, don't you? ( not just already born, but Very already born ) He's mine, so he's ours now.
( The he turns his cheek back so he's looking at Ish face-forward again, nuzzling his palm with delight. )
But I'd have a child with you, too. Maybe after all the steps.
( Hwylryn is not the type to care about whether they're following a proper order of things, nor is he the type to get fixated on marriage, but it was a lifeline Ish clung to as his panic overtook him - so, sure! They can keep to whatever steps there are! They can spend a thousand years on each one, for all he cares.
He's honestly not thinking about the logistics and implications of having a child, though. He just felt like saying it... so he did... he's just so delighted and amused and endeared right now... )
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this is so much to digest so he's just going to try to go one thing at a time. ]
...Junior. Right, uh, sure? [ he's not sure if he's even speaking words anymore. ]
It's just me, you, and him? No one else? [ later when he hasn't left 99% of his brain up in the clouds, they'll talk about putting firm lines around their relationship to others and each other. right now, he just wants to make sure that there aren't more kids he needs to worry about providing for. ]
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( Brushing back Ish's bangs a little... gives him a little kissy on his forehead... )
So I hope you can come to feel for him the way I do, and support him all the same. I think you and him have a lot of things in common, and he's really sweet, just like you - I think you'll get along just fine. Please spoil him lots, okay?
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