( wahhh... He leans in, kissing the corner of Ish's lips... )
Did you like stealing a taste of me when we shared cups? ( :3c ) ... Because I couldn't help stealing a taste of you. It was too hard to keep off you.
( His indirect kiss scheme... Fortunately, Ish is in good company, because sitting on the chair arm instead of in Ish's lap directly took so much restraint he almost just gave up on it several times during the conversation, even if it meant censure. )
the realization flusters him and given he's already maxed out on how red he can be, he fidgets uncharacteristically. just his hands, given how they're arranged (he wouldn't want to disturb hwylyrn, even when he can barely rub two braincells together).
the problem with that is he's suddenly aware of where his hands wound up in their exchange. beneath his fingers are the lines of a slender waist, delicate curves of hips, and he can't help but recall the portion of trial that was truly a strip check for the body that's fully pressed him against him. ]
I— [ what follows next is a series of gibberish that's actually his native language. the words, though hwylryn can't understand them are soft and melodic, even though he's practically squawking them at this point. ]
Hwylryn sure doesn't understand, but he can follow along the melody and the mood and from these things he can divine meaning - that Ish is very cute, very sweet, and always wonderful. (Even in these rituals of hurt he holds for his grand spell - still, he's wonderful. Hwylryn had felt this way toward Gwawlyn and Balthazar, as well. For Hwylryn, there are few cruelties too terrible to forgive.)
He strokes Ish's cheek, his expression clueless as Ish works through the phrases but all together listening - fond. He can potentially pick out that this is perhaps a language or something like it purely due to experience and age, and he's intrigued by the patterns of it. )
What does that mean?
( His voice seems to tease Ish as he brushes his thumb along the curve of his jaw. He'd say the same thing even if Ish's words were genuinely gibberish.
[ how is it possible that the touch on his cheek is both Helping and not Helping. ish takes a breath and sighs, leaning into the touch and not away even if his expression is more than a little bit huffy. ]
You're just—I don't have the words for it. [ this is embarrassing, he wants to die. ]
Beautiful beyond words. It's been a really long time since I felt like this, if I've ever really felt like this at all. I was born with the ability to understand every language and even then...
You're the pretty one, not me. [ this is a mess of words just to say he is overwhelmed even if it's not in a way he considers bad, it's a lot. contrary to all of this, he holds hwylryn closer, his own confusion and pulse be damned; he smiles, just a bit wry.
he who has the ability to understand hearts like a book might be struggling to read his own, but he'll get there. ]
( Ish has called him pretty before, but here they are, a little reversed - Ish on the backfoot, Hwylryn pressing forward, quite conscious of their positions, and indulging with pleasure.
His own cheeks are warm, but nowhere as near as warm as his heart. )
Uh-uh. You just don't know how gorgeous you are.
( And the way he says gorgeous isn't so much how one may call a woman gorgeous, or even a Hwylryn - he says gorgeous like the sea and sky are gorgeous; gorgeous, the way a hurricane or riptide is.
He shifts - Ish has finally come to an agreement with his own grip on Hwylryn, and so Hwylryn moves more comfortably within it, fitting his body against the shapes of Ish's own, pooling against him like a perfect fit. )
Pure and unrefined - raw and full of expression. As lovely to marvel at as the sky and seas. ( A mix of personality and appearance somewhere in there - and in the same way that perhaps Ish can't translate what he means from his native tongue, this is Hwylryn's own language without clean definition. ) It's okay if you can't find the words, because - I think - sometimes, a thing is so wonderful you lose them on your tongue. And I...
( A little kiss - chaste, despite how he proceeds: )
Hwylryn. [ all of that just made it so much worse? as much as he's confident in his appearance, he's never had someone describe him like that, with all the aspects of him that are usually a negative as a draw. fitting their bodies closer together too means he loses a few seconds thinking if it's a good or a bad thing that he wears so many layers.
(it's both)
but he's not complaining. ]
Then—let me make you more happy. [ this time he pulls hwylryn in as much as he pushes forward. it's clumsy, this is still all too new, but he does so with a newfound eagerness.
he can still taste the coffee, the notes of cherry and hazelnut, but its all the more sweeter now. ]
( He's already happy, what more can he ask for? (More, of course!) (They're happily insatiable like that.)
Arms unwinding from where they've been his perch, they wrap loose around Ish's neck as his weight bears down a little more against him, Hwylryn fond of how Ish feels against his shape; that he feels comfortably broad enough for him to lay within.
Hwylryn presses in a little deeper this time, matching Ish's greater attempt, but still he's luxuriously indulgent; pleased with the taste of them as they are, not in rush to give up where they are, at their particular pace. If they could spend a hundred years, at least, on each milimetre of their progression, he wouldn't mind it one bit.
Into the kiss: )
Mmmm... If I didn't know any better, I'd say some part of you feels happier than me.
( Genuine, or innuendo? (Both) (It's both) (He's not stopping the kiss if he can help it, both arms still wrapped around Ish's neck so,) (He can't stop teasing his apple-cheeked witch it's one of his many passions...) )
Heyyyy! [ that's murmured into the kiss that he lets continue for just a little while longer. thankfully, he only half got the innuendo because he is a Maiden and doing his best in this moment. but it's better that he fully didn't, though he is becoming more and more aware of how they fit together with every second that passes.
hnnngh okay he can't take it anymore. sitting up, taking hwylryn along with him of course, is a position he's at least slightly more comfortable in. ]
T-then let me fix that. [ he's trying for smooth and failing, but he's still trying. ] I have something I want to give you.
( He laughs into the kiss at that murmured protestation, and happily flows with him as he shifts position, eyes shining at the mention of present??
His hands run idly in the loose locks of Ish's hair at the back of his head as they speak. )
Yeah? For me?
( He clearly sounds like he didn't - and doesn't - expect anything, but he's beyond delighted he's getting a thing, any a thing, from someone - and it's that much more amplified that it's from Ish. )
( Maybe... love was the real magic all along......
When the accessory manifests, Hwylryn's eyes immediately light up, and the compliment only makes him smile brighter, the edges of his cheeks brushed pink. )
Ah! It's so beautiful... It's really for me?
( It is, but he's so happy he has to repeat it!! Hehe, he's gonna give Ish a peck on the cheek before he fulls back properly - both to admire it, and: )
Only for you. [ everyone else has to pay him or trade him something.
his fingers are in hwylryn's hair before he even asks and despite his long nails and the sea of silver hair he has to contend with, ish is actually quite skilled in this area.
he'll summon a mirror thereafter, so hwylryn can see for himself. ]
( Only for him... His cheeks color a shade warmer, happily.
It feels nice, Ish's fingers - the light touch of his nails - in his hair, and he closes his eyes with content, as if he were the most privileged dragon in the world right now. And, really, he is.
He preens in the mirror, a hand against his cheek, pulling out his hair, looking at the piece in every which way. His demeanor is a little bit dragonesque again - the way he twists and bends and tries to see his angles is just a little bit too bendy for a human to have grown up with such tics.
He only seems to grow more delighted the more he sees. )
It's perfect. I'll wear it all the time. ( Ahh, he laughs!! A peck on the other cheek, for Ish. Perfectly balanced, as all things should be... ) Did it cost you anything to create this? Should I spoil you to make up for it?
( Not reciprocation, since Ish said this isn't about that and Hwylryn isn't about to disrespect the terms of his own gift - it's more an excuse for more affection, is more the vibe, )
Only if I can spoil you back. [ lesser magic is free he could say, but he doesn't. because as they both know, this isn't about the price. and even if it wasn't with how he feels right now? there's more than enough power in his happiness to create a treasure trove of jewelry.
Then I'll have you with me all the time, even when you're not around. ( He can brush his fingers against it, and think of Ish... ) And when you're back, I'll tell you how much I missed you, and all the things I thought of us doing together.
( The thought makes... really, really him warm.
Kiss....!! )
You know I love being spoiled by you as much as I love spoiling you. Mmmm... Maybe I should spoil you into bed this time?
( you can run but you can't hide from hwyl-mandated NAP ! ! ! ! ! )
...sure. [ that pause was to consider if he thought it was feasible since this obviously isn't something he's attempted. how could it be when he hasn't sleep in over a thousand years until very recently?
well. hwylryn asked for it, so ish will reply. ]
If we fall, I'll just protect you again. [ he lays back down, settling hwylryn on top of him, arms wrapped around tightly. ]
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Did you like stealing a taste of me when we shared cups? ( :3c ) ... Because I couldn't help stealing a taste of you. It was too hard to keep off you.
( His indirect kiss scheme... Fortunately, Ish is in good company, because sitting on the chair arm instead of in Ish's lap directly took so much restraint he almost just gave up on it several times during the conversation, even if it meant censure. )
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[ he. he didn't realize until just now.
the realization flusters him and given he's already maxed out on how red he can be, he fidgets uncharacteristically. just his hands, given how they're arranged (he wouldn't want to disturb hwylyrn, even when he can barely rub two braincells together).
the problem with that is he's suddenly aware of where his hands wound up in their exchange. beneath his fingers are the lines of a slender waist, delicate curves of hips, and he can't help but recall the portion of trial that was truly a strip check for the body that's fully pressed him against him. ]
I— [ what follows next is a series of gibberish that's actually his native language. the words, though hwylryn can't understand them are soft and melodic, even though he's practically squawking them at this point. ]
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Hwylryn sure doesn't understand, but he can follow along the melody and the mood and from these things he can divine meaning - that Ish is very cute, very sweet, and always wonderful. (Even in these rituals of hurt he holds for his grand spell - still, he's wonderful. Hwylryn had felt this way toward Gwawlyn and Balthazar, as well. For Hwylryn, there are few cruelties too terrible to forgive.)
He strokes Ish's cheek, his expression clueless as Ish works through the phrases but all together listening - fond. He can potentially pick out that this is perhaps a language or something like it purely due to experience and age, and he's intrigued by the patterns of it. )
What does that mean?
( His voice seems to tease Ish as he brushes his thumb along the curve of his jaw. He'd say the same thing even if Ish's words were genuinely gibberish.
But this is unique: )
... It's so pretty. It suits you.
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You're just—I don't have the words for it. [ this is embarrassing, he wants to die. ]
Beautiful beyond words. It's been a really long time since I felt like this, if I've ever really felt like this at all. I was born with the ability to understand every language and even then...
You're the pretty one, not me. [ this is a mess of words just to say he is overwhelmed even if it's not in a way he considers bad, it's a lot. contrary to all of this, he holds hwylryn closer, his own confusion and pulse be damned; he smiles, just a bit wry.
he who has the ability to understand hearts like a book might be struggling to read his own, but he'll get there. ]
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His own cheeks are warm, but nowhere as near as warm as his heart. )
Uh-uh. You just don't know how gorgeous you are.
( And the way he says gorgeous isn't so much how one may call a woman gorgeous, or even a Hwylryn - he says gorgeous like the sea and sky are gorgeous; gorgeous, the way a hurricane or riptide is.
He shifts - Ish has finally come to an agreement with his own grip on Hwylryn, and so Hwylryn moves more comfortably within it, fitting his body against the shapes of Ish's own, pooling against him like a perfect fit. )
Pure and unrefined - raw and full of expression. As lovely to marvel at as the sky and seas. ( A mix of personality and appearance somewhere in there - and in the same way that perhaps Ish can't translate what he means from his native tongue, this is Hwylryn's own language without clean definition. ) It's okay if you can't find the words, because - I think - sometimes, a thing is so wonderful you lose them on your tongue. And I...
( A little kiss - chaste, despite how he proceeds: )
... am very happy to get lost on your tongue.
( hehe )
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(it's both)
but he's not complaining. ]
Then—let me make you more happy. [ this time he pulls hwylryn in as much as he pushes forward. it's clumsy, this is still all too new, but he does so with a newfound eagerness.
he can still taste the coffee, the notes of cherry and hazelnut, but its all the more sweeter now. ]
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Arms unwinding from where they've been his perch, they wrap loose around Ish's neck as his weight bears down a little more against him, Hwylryn fond of how Ish feels against his shape; that he feels comfortably broad enough for him to lay within.
Hwylryn presses in a little deeper this time, matching Ish's greater attempt, but still he's luxuriously indulgent; pleased with the taste of them as they are, not in rush to give up where they are, at their particular pace. If they could spend a hundred years, at least, on each milimetre of their progression, he wouldn't mind it one bit.
Into the kiss: )
Mmmm... If I didn't know any better, I'd say some part of you feels happier than me.
( Genuine, or innuendo? (Both) (It's both) (He's not stopping the kiss if he can help it, both arms still wrapped around Ish's neck so,) (He can't stop teasing his apple-cheeked witch it's one of his many passions...) )
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hnnngh okay he can't take it anymore. sitting up, taking hwylryn along with him of course, is a position he's at least slightly more comfortable in. ]
T-then let me fix that. [ he's trying for smooth and failing, but he's still trying. ] I have something I want to give you.
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His hands run idly in the loose locks of Ish's hair at the back of his head as they speak. )
Yeah? For me?
( He clearly sounds like he didn't - and doesn't - expect anything, but he's beyond delighted he's getting a thing, any a thing, from someone - and it's that much more amplified that it's from Ish. )
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[ it's time to cheat with magic again and summon this simple hair accessory, which glints in the light. ]
...not that you need anything to be gorgeous.
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When the accessory manifests, Hwylryn's eyes immediately light up, and the compliment only makes him smile brighter, the edges of his cheeks brushed pink. )
Ah! It's so beautiful... It's really for me?
( It is, but he's so happy he has to repeat it!! Hehe, he's gonna give Ish a peck on the cheek before he fulls back properly - both to admire it, and: )
Put it in my hair for me?
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Only for you. [ everyone else has to pay him or trade him something.
his fingers are in hwylryn's hair before he even asks and despite his long nails and the sea of silver hair he has to contend with, ish is actually quite skilled in this area.
he'll summon a mirror thereafter, so hwylryn can see for himself. ]
What do you think?
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It feels nice, Ish's fingers - the light touch of his nails - in his hair, and he closes his eyes with content, as if he were the most privileged dragon in the world right now. And, really, he is.
He preens in the mirror, a hand against his cheek, pulling out his hair, looking at the piece in every which way. His demeanor is a little bit dragonesque again - the way he twists and bends and tries to see his angles is just a little bit too bendy for a human to have grown up with such tics.
He only seems to grow more delighted the more he sees. )
It's perfect. I'll wear it all the time. ( Ahh, he laughs!! A peck on the other cheek, for Ish. Perfectly balanced, as all things should be... ) Did it cost you anything to create this? Should I spoil you to make up for it?
( Not reciprocation, since Ish said this isn't about that and Hwylryn isn't about to disrespect the terms of his own gift - it's more an excuse for more affection, is more the vibe, )
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he kisses back to emphasize his point. ]
This won't vanish next week, just like me.
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Then I'll have you with me all the time, even when you're not around. ( He can brush his fingers against it, and think of Ish... ) And when you're back, I'll tell you how much I missed you, and all the things I thought of us doing together.
( The thought makes... really, really him warm.
Kiss....!! )
You know I love being spoiled by you as much as I love spoiling you. Mmmm... Maybe I should spoil you into bed this time?
( you can run but you can't hide from hwyl-mandated NAP ! ! ! ! ! )
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though again, he's not complaining. ]
If that's what you want. [ he should have more to say, but any other words die on his tongue at how ridiculously cute hywlryn is being. ]
...but maybe I'll stay in this form, this time.
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I'd love to try that.
( He'd love to try sleeping with Ish every which way (don't read into that statement). Parenting up... they're still floating, huh, )
Hey, can we try sleeping like this?
( floatin )
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well. hwylryn asked for it, so ish will reply. ]
If we fall, I'll just protect you again. [ he lays back down, settling hwylryn on top of him, arms wrapped around tightly. ]
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( He settles into him again, nuzzling his cheek into the crook of his neck and pooling into him again in the most comfortable way. )
Good night, Ish. Sleep well, okay?
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[ which might be obvious, but he has to say it anyway. it doesn't take him long to drift off at all and for once he doesn't dream of red.
he dreams of blues. ]