( 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?
( Yeah? Yeah??? Yay!!!!!! Family real!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! )
You're the best, did you know that?
( How can he neglect Ish when he looks at him like that? He's gonna give him another kissy beside his eye... along his cheekbone... near his ear... Going down the features of his face like he's hitting up all his favorite features (it's all of them on both sides of his face btw) )
You know, now that I think about it, I haven't had family since Gwawlyn... ( kiss kiss kiss kiss ) Ah, wait, but really, you're not hurt?
( The Siffrin thing... his brows knit - but, for a moment, he's distracted. )
Oh, me? ( He kind of ... pauses to lift his own arm and gaze at it. Yep, owie. But eh. ) It does hurt... I think? But I've been hurt a lot worse. How long does pain last with these bodies?
( Fragile, humanish bodies... Also novel. But he really has dealt with worse - though, he did have anime powers that made it ez to function through injury, so ??? whatever. it's novel and new and he's not worried about it, even if he should be.
Still. )
... Thanks for protecting me.
( A little belated, because, yeah, that's right - they did need the protection, huh? Their dragon's pride stings a little, but their fondness for Ish grows - especially since Ish did it without magic. They were both pretty level with that fall.
(Though, this might be the first time he becomes particularly aware that Ish is pretty sturdy... huh.)
His head drifts down, and he presses a kiss to Ish's neck - the side Siffrin dug their knife deep into. That Ish worries about him makes him happy... that Ish tried to protect him makes him happy. )
Take care of yourself, too. ( ... ) Does it still ache, here?
I don't have healing magic, but at the beginning of the next loop it'll disappear.
[ he'd say something else, but then the kiss on his neck knocks away the thoughts he had managed to recover. ahh, hwylryn's lips in that spot- ]
Mmn—not anymore. [ he shifts, all instinct, and places one hand against hwylryn's chest, fingers slipping past the fabric to press against bare skin. ]
What about here, for you? [ the heart he knows he hurt today, the heart he wants to protect and cherish. ]
He doesn't move from where he hangs, lips lingering against Ish's skin, as Ish's hand lingers against his chest. He wonders if Ish can feel his heart as vibrantly as he'd felt Siffrin's. )
... Do you know the things I saw?
( A genuine question, because not only were his visions painful, Ish featured in them, too. If he meant to lead Ish into a bit of a trap, if he were feeling a bit mean-spirited, he'd begin with something like And what about my friends? What about that Junior, you just swore to take care of? Because his heart labors beneath the weight of their broken hearts, too, not just the sheer monument of his own. )
...this will hurt. [ a warning, where there wasn't one before.
the sensation isn't at all pleasant, but it is intimate, much like he reached out to siffrin through flesh, through bone, his fingers wrap around hwylryn's heart. there's no blood because this is the invasion of the spirit, not the body.
his touch is warm at first and then hot, gentle strokes with a prick as he peels through the layers to find what he's looking for.
ah.
he had a feeling it was this shape, though his inclusion surprises him, in at least one role. he doesn't understand, but does he really need to? his fingers stay where they are and begin to pluck out a melody, a spot here and there, like strings of a harp. ]
( He's warned, and he's already a little achey from the fall, but he figures he can take it— he's dealt with worse before. And he has, but— )
—Ah.
( A soft gasp escapes him and his eyes squeeze shut as he settles into the strange, discomfiting feeling - a thousand needles with no angle he can shift toward for respite. He exhales, but his breaths come out as shudders where Ish's fingers play. )
... Uh-huh. Yeah.
( A little repetitive because he's a little distracted. His forehead presses lightly into the crook of Ish's neck, but he doesn't seem keen to stop him. This invasive intimacy, this strange sensation, is novel, too.
And he wants to bear his heart to Ish, anyway. What's the point of promising forever if he won't give him that? )
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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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Okay. Yeah, okay. I guess—yeah. [ he gives hwylryn a pleading look to end his life right here, or provide more kisses. please, he's dying.
give him a second to reboot on the rest... ]
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You're the best, did you know that?
( How can he neglect Ish when he looks at him like that? He's gonna give him another kissy beside his eye... along his cheekbone... near his ear... Going down the features of his face like he's hitting up all his favorite features (it's all of them on both sides of his face btw) )
You know, now that I think about it, I haven't had family since Gwawlyn... ( kiss kiss kiss kiss ) Ah, wait, but really, you're not hurt?
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Heyy, [ his eyes snap open. ] I know I got sloppy with Siffrin, but I'm not made of paper even for a mage.
[ puffing his chest out a little...stupid things he's proud of, his non-twink status. ]
What about you? Even if you're not—[ his brain gives out again, so he skips over the words again like a dusty vinyl. ] —I don't want you to get hurt.
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Oh, me? ( He kind of ... pauses to lift his own arm and gaze at it. Yep, owie. But eh. ) It does hurt... I think? But I've been hurt a lot worse. How long does pain last with these bodies?
( Fragile, humanish bodies... Also novel. But he really has dealt with worse - though, he did have anime powers that made it ez to function through injury, so ??? whatever. it's novel and new and he's not worried about it, even if he should be.
Still. )
... Thanks for protecting me.
( A little belated, because, yeah, that's right - they did need the protection, huh? Their dragon's pride stings a little, but their fondness for Ish grows - especially since Ish did it without magic. They were both pretty level with that fall.
(Though, this might be the first time he becomes particularly aware that Ish is pretty sturdy... huh.)
His head drifts down, and he presses a kiss to Ish's neck - the side Siffrin dug their knife deep into. That Ish worries about him makes him happy... that Ish tried to protect him makes him happy. )
Take care of yourself, too. ( ... ) Does it still ache, here?
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I don't have healing magic, but at the beginning of the next loop it'll disappear.
[ he'd say something else, but then the kiss on his neck knocks away the thoughts he had managed to recover. ahh, hwylryn's lips in that spot- ]
Mmn—not anymore. [ he shifts, all instinct, and places one hand against hwylryn's chest, fingers slipping past the fabric to press against bare skin. ]
What about here, for you? [ the heart he knows he hurt today, the heart he wants to protect and cherish. ]
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He doesn't move from where he hangs, lips lingering against Ish's skin, as Ish's hand lingers against his chest. He wonders if Ish can feel his heart as vibrantly as he'd felt Siffrin's. )
... Do you know the things I saw?
( A genuine question, because not only were his visions painful, Ish featured in them, too. If he meant to lead Ish into a bit of a trap, if he were feeling a bit mean-spirited, he'd begin with something like And what about my friends? What about that Junior, you just swore to take care of? Because his heart labors beneath the weight of their broken hearts, too, not just the sheer monument of his own. )
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[ his hand stays there, waiting for permission.
he's paradoxical like this, although there is a reason for it. ]
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... Yes. Please do.
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the sensation isn't at all pleasant, but it is intimate, much like he reached out to siffrin through flesh, through bone, his fingers wrap around hwylryn's heart. there's no blood because this is the invasion of the spirit, not the body.
his touch is warm at first and then hot, gentle strokes with a prick as he peels through the layers to find what he's looking for.
ah.
he had a feeling it was this shape, though his inclusion surprises him, in at least one role. he doesn't understand, but does he really need to? his fingers stay where they are and begin to pluck out a melody, a spot here and there, like strings of a harp. ]
Hwylryn. Can you feel me?
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—Ah.
( A soft gasp escapes him and his eyes squeeze shut as he settles into the strange, discomfiting feeling - a thousand needles with no angle he can shift toward for respite. He exhales, but his breaths come out as shudders where Ish's fingers play. )
... Uh-huh. Yeah.
( A little repetitive because he's a little distracted. His forehead presses lightly into the crook of Ish's neck, but he doesn't seem keen to stop him. This invasive intimacy, this strange sensation, is novel, too.
And he wants to bear his heart to Ish, anyway. What's the point of promising forever if he won't give him that? )
Can you... feel everything?
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