It had slipped out so easily, despite his reservation - he'd been trying to be careful with his words around Ish, trying to gauge their pace with care, because he's never... had someone who liked him in turn, like this, to this extent. He hadn't gone as far as daring to think of Ish as solely for him - or so he'd thought. But maybe... a part of him wanted it more than his logical mind told himself to heel, and be patient.
His cheeks warm a little as he hesitates, but he decides all he can do is give voice to his heart, as he always does. )
... I want you to be. Can you?
( He brushes Ish's hidden cheek lightly with his thumb. Ish's face is so endearing, as always... he wishes he could swallow him up (metaphorically)... )
[ he has to think on this, so it's good that hwylryn didn't rush forward with it anymore than they're already rushing. his feelings on it are ultimately complicated, but it's one thing they'll have to discuss eventually.
( Hwylryn has to think on this, too. It's selfish to ask someone to be his when he hadn't considered returning the same, and to this his only defense is that he hadn't thought of any of this at all.
He had never been so contained - to belong to but one person, to define himself by someone else. To reduce his vocabulary, how he may communicate with others, like Yoru. And it may as well be forever, if their lifespans proceeded, uninterrupted.
He strokes Ish's cheek with his thumb as he considers this. )
[ paradoxically, aside from Norna, ish cares the most about freedom. the freedom of others more than his own, but freedom nonetheless. and yet he chains the hearts of those he wants to guide, kidnaps others in pursuit of his fervent delusions.
he doesn't want to chain hwylryn, because one of the things that attracts him the most is his free spirit. yet hwylryn is the one who asked him for these terms: saying no would be denying him in a matter of the heart. that's not something he wants to do ever, if he can help.
maybe he shouldn't have said "only" because he knows that you can belong to more than one person, even if it's never something he's considered himself. but that's truly what he thought: who else would call him a sweet witch? he'd reject anyone else who tried. if hwylryn belonged to other people, how would he feel? he's capable of it, but- ]
I'll always belong to Norna. And you'll always belong to Gwawlyn and Balthazar.
[ he would not ask this to change, it's an impossibility. he loves Norna in a way he won't ever be able to describe and he knows, he feels, that Hwylryn feels similarly about them.
his fingers find hwylryn's on his cheek, resting there like they did the very first day they tripped into all of this. ]
But beyond that, if this is what you want...I'd be happy to give it to you. And it would make me happy too.
[ he's never been wanted before, but he's finally no longer deaf to the cries of his own heart. ]
( Hwylryn doesn't know what sort of answer he expects - this is unexplored territory, both exciting and anxious. He doesn't know if he would limit Ish, and he doesn't know how it feels to be so intertwined with someone else - because connection, in itself, are ties that bind you, for better or for worse. And this is why things of magic are so terribly alone, so shameless of their natures - unfettered by firm connection, and all other things.
But he wouldn't know how he likes it until he tries, right? If it were worth the compromise for Primrose, it's worth this much for Ish. And he wants to try these things - all things - with Ish, more than anything, and in this way they might come to know the shape of themselves, together.
So when the answer does come, his heart blooms warm, and it reaches from his heart to the tips of his ears, his smile bright. )
I want you, so if you give yourself to me, how couldn't I be happy? How couldn't I wish to dive deep to the ocean's depths and back, knowing that having me would make you happy, too? That our hearts align?
( And that's no turn of phrase - were he himself, were they by the ocean (and surely they would be, if Hwylryn had his way), he would have been off with Ish - would have taken him diving down, then back up into the sun; then caught himself, and dove away with him forever.
In agreement: )
... You are of Norna the way you are of your eyes; your hair, your lips. ( His gaze is fond. ) And I am of Gwawlyn and Balthazar in this way, too. If I were to compete with Norna, then I may as well compete with your body for holding you and your heart for keeping your feelings.
Every part of you is dear to me, from that which is Norna's to that which is mine.
( He wanted to try saying it! Hehe!! It's fun; his heart races. Ah, he can't help it - he kisses him. )
... And I'm really happy you're going to have her back. I'm so, so happy for you.
[ ish wants to ask again if he's sure, because when he speaks like this, it is in absolutes. he had said forever without thinking about it, but it's lingered on his tongue: sometimes sweet, sometimes heavy.
he swallows the kiss and hwylryn both, letting them settle into himself properly. ]
She might be mad at me, but... let's talk about that later. [ he's afraid that mixing both his feelings of her and his blossoming feelings for hwylyrn will mix like oil and water. he needs sometime to settle and he honestly needs a break from working as he has been. ]
Don't change who you are for me, because I want you to be yourself above all else. Even if that worries me, I can handle it.
You're mine and I'm yours. I won't forget that and I know you won't either.
[ it's not really a warning, but a proclamation to the world even if they're the only two who will hear it. that's all that matters anyway, isn't it?
he drops his hand to wrap them both around hwylryn tightly, the embrace he's been needing since yesterday. ]
( He knows. They know. But it makes him happy that they both say it. )
... And I want you to be just as you are, too. Because that's the Ish I've come to love as I do.
( "Love" is also a word he's been careful with, for someone who uses it as freely as he does - and yet he slips it in here, obliquely and stripped of the full phrase but not the full meaning, furtive and mischievous the way he might steal a kiss; the way he does press into Ish's embrace, and holds him tenderly in turn. )
... Even if she's upset with you... I'll be beside you through it. Even if I'm not there, I am. And I don't intend to be apart from you, ever.
( Wherever this scolding - or worse - takes place, he will be beside Ish, whether or not Ish allows him to be there, hand in hand. And though the idea that Norna may be cross with him is puzzling, he resigns to the idea that he does not know the nuance of their relationship - and if Ish loves her all the same, and he doesn't want to speak of it now, then he accepts it.
After all, how Gwawlyn would treat Hwylryn would probably arouse alarm in those who look on. But could Hwylryn do anything but love him? It must be the same for Ish.
He presses his cheek to the side of Ish's head, still holding him tight, lips murmuring in his ear (just a little bully): )
Do you mind if I spoil you, a little bit?
( He's referring to the snacks he brought... but he also 100% is Not going to move from Ish's lap. He lives here now, forevermore. Implications forthcoming. )
[ love? they've said a lot of crazy things to each other this past week, but that single word stops his heart. he knows about love, he's felt love before, he knows how powerful it is and how it can change everything. but it's been a long, long, long, long time since he's had it directed at him, in a non-mocking capacity.
he thinks back to what he asked hwylryn, which really wasn't that long ago:
"So if I said we could meet again tomorrow, you'd fall in love with me?"
"If you meant it. If it meant something to you."
at the time, he had viewed hwylryn as who would love everyone and everything with little thought put into it. but they had come to an understanding, and ish had come to see him that night as a fellow entity who was dictated by their emotions entirely, freely. a fondness had turned into more from a simple wish.
ish swallows, ducking but not entirely hiding against hwylryn. his next words are a whisper, as warm as his cheeks are. ]
I want to say it back to you properly, so please wait for me. [ not now, it's too much right now. not because he doesn't feel it, but because when he says it, he wants it to be done in full declaration and no fear.
the whisper in his ear is doing nothing for his rabbit beating heart, on top of everything else.
( Ah, he'd tucked it away in there, like he didn't want it to be found (though, really, he did) - and Ish had found it anyway, and returned it to him like a seed in bloom. It warms his cheeks so much they hurt, his chest a rhythm he's never known. )
... I'll wait a thousand years, if you need it. And in those thousand years, I'll be yours the whole time.
( He's gone this long without belonging to anyone - without confessing love, or being addressed with the same love in return. Why not wait a little longer? Why wouldn't Ish be worth the wait?
He exhales, warm.
He still needs to say it proper, too - the full phrase, undisguised. But, until the time is right, he'll say this: )
... I may always be of Gwawlyn, of Balthazar. But, Ish... you're something I've never had, never known before. So, I think... maybe, one day, I can say, I'm of Gwawlyn, of Balthazar... and of Ish, too.
I won't take that long!!! I just— [ this is more him being embarrassed than fussy. ]
—when I was younger, I was friends with every human I met. Or I tried to be, anyway. I loved them all, the faces they made, the way they laughed and smiled, how they interacted with one another and grew from it.
It was a human who named me, not Norna.
After they broke her, I never thought I would ever feel that way towards someone again. Even when I realized I liked you I....
[ gently nuzzling whatever part of hwylryn he can reach. when you can't come up for air, you just go deeper. ]
It must be because I was born impure, I was born with emotions I wasn't supposed to have. I can't get rid of them.
But I'm not stupid. I can read the hearts of others so obviously I can read my own. And the point is—I've never been given anything to call my own besides my name, and the power to grant wishes.
So giving yourself to me is... [ he'll find the words for it eventually, but for now the kiss he presses between their lips is full of the emotion he can't yet say. ]
( Ah... He mood dims into something a little more somber as Ish recounts how he's been hurt - something that aches in his chest as if it'd happened to him. Even if the conclusion of this recollection is a kind one - how couldn't he wish tragedy had never happened to Ish at all?
He returns the kiss with equal measure; or, maybe a little more - mixed in with feelings about Ish, about Gwawlyn, about Balthazar, about Norna - about their strange, distinct but in so many ways similar, paths that have led them here, to be caverns of need with nothing to fill them.
No - that's not true, right? Because - from the sounds of it - both of them have their empties filled with love. Despite themselves. Despite how much it's hurt them.
Into the kiss: )
... What part of nature is pure? What mountain, seed, or water comes filtered and refined? ( His hands come around, cupping his face, kissing him long— ) I hate that you've suffered so much for your heart. But if you didn't have it, you wouldn't have mine, would you?
( Kiss!!!! )
And if I could give you more than me, if I could give you the world, I would. Maybe I just need to find a way.
[ ahhh, he's melting. he was flustered a moment ago but now he feels like he's overheating; all his emotions melting into a passion he can't quite contain.
praise is something he often rejects unless framed in a certain way, but true acceptance and genuine desire is his true weakness. ]
I only want you. You're all that I need. [ for a moment, a very brief moment, all he sees and feels is the sea and the sky. the ring of roses around his heart scent the sea breeze.
he presses their lips together again and this one is a chain, one after the other, a flower crown for them both. ]
Gwawlyn was terribly fond of the twins, despite himself. He adored himself, his pride; and, Hwyrlyn - he took for granted. Balthazar, too, fell in step with this - how could he not, when he was Gwawlyn in lesser form? In the thousands of years since, he's known endless creatures, magical and not; horrified and amazed; obsessed and avoidant, but - it has never, truly, been him, and only him, that they wanted. He had always been, maybe, a part of someone's happiness, but not enough.
Just him? He wants to ask, indulgently, narcissistic. Just him, when he is a weightless, whimsy thing - no gravitas at all; surely, no substance. Is that enough?
He meets the chain and extends it, his heart not so much a beat as it is the roar of the ocean. Where there lips meet he feels the clear sky, the sun; the ocean rolling broad beneath it; the shore far, far away.
And he'll indulge in Ish for a long while - finding all his passion no longer in his words, but his lips - until eventually they do let their lips part, though Hwylryn rests his forehead against Ish's own, close. )
... And here I came here thinking you were upset with me...
( Well, upset enough to persist in being mad - he does think Ish was upset at the time, if not tired and frustrated. But, you know. It feels silly to think on how he came in now. )
( Hwylryn's arms settle around Ish's shoulders, loosely - caressing the back of his neck lightly, fondly, pink-cheeked and content like he's basking in the sun as much as he is Ish's expression - and, in some ways, he is. )
Ah... Primrose chewed me out for that, too. I'm sorry. I'll... be more careful.
( Primrose and friends, but anyway. And, in the same way... it makes him happy that Ish was concerned for him, too... )
... But you seemed so tired, I don't know... you didn't use your magic, either. Were you okay? I thought maybe you had to show up at a bad time for you.
Mmmm...I want you to do what you want. But I'll always be worried for you whenever you're in danger. Don't forget that, because I won't.
[ he will deal and he will be stressed, but he's drawn to Hwylryn's impulsiveness all the same.
a yawn, because now he's tired for more reasons than he was before. (he wouldn't consider it a bad thing) ]
I am tired. But no sleeping for me just yet. [ he knows hwylryn would try to pin him down for a nap and as much as he wants one (only because it would be with him), he's still "I'll sleep when I'm dead-I mean I'll sleep after this is over."
he'll let his eyes slide closed momentarily, some indulgence for them both. ]
The execution space is the inner most part of my domain. It's where I'm the strongest but also the weakest. And rewinding time is a real pain.
I wasn't made to hold all the magic I currently do, so it's kind of like...stretching a rope taut until it's just at the point of snapping.
( Oh... The way Ish puts it makes his heart soar - like he could breathe easy. The whole crux of his discussion with G'raha has been that magical creatures are often lonely, but they cannot compromise on their natures. But to live with others, you must necessarily compromise.
But to find someone who wants you to stay as you are, without compromise - Ish had said this already, but with Primrose's scolding fresh in his mind... he hadn't thought that this could extend to Ish's concern, as well. That he was willing to worry if that was what Hwylryn needed to be free. )
... Do you need help? ( "Another Primrose Faints Due To Mana Transfer"-- no jk. His offer is more broad than that. ) Don't say there's nothing I can do. There must be something.
( Ish is trying to be professional, but Hwylryn sure isn't! He's delightedly missing back, deep and lingering - chasing as Ish pulls away, but letting him break it, a little playfully. )
A tarot card? ( oh right the things— ) Does using those help you, too?
( His gaze glimmers with delight... his bf is so cute... it's illegal not to get to kiss him every second... hello god...
As the card appears, he's enamored by the gossamer design - and then enamored moreso with Ish's face. He grins, knowing he'll like whatever answer he gets. )
[ yeah sorry endgame is canceled, ish is gonna die. ]
I've been giving out cards every week, but they take me a few days to make. This one...I'm not sure what it'll do yet, but it'll be clear by the weekend.
Just look at it as a piece of my magic you can use when you need it.
( Hwylryn's eyes were already bright, but now there's just laughter in his eyes, curling his lips. He's decided it Is, in fact, illegal, to not kiss his bf every second, so he will take the card close, press it against his heart - and Ish's, because he's going to lean in for a kiss. )
Okay. I use it, I'll promise. It must have come straight from the heart, right?
( Hehe... The Lovers...... )
So I'll cherish it as I would your own heart. And I'll employ it like a request for a sweet kiss.
( don't worry about the logistics this is just sincere poetry, unbound from his chest )
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It had slipped out so easily, despite his reservation - he'd been trying to be careful with his words around Ish, trying to gauge their pace with care, because he's never... had someone who liked him in turn, like this, to this extent. He hadn't gone as far as daring to think of Ish as solely for him - or so he'd thought. But maybe... a part of him wanted it more than his logical mind told himself to heel, and be patient.
His cheeks warm a little as he hesitates, but he decides all he can do is give voice to his heart, as he always does. )
... I want you to be. Can you?
( He brushes Ish's hidden cheek lightly with his thumb. Ish's face is so endearing, as always... he wishes he could swallow him up (metaphorically)... )
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but first he has a question of his own. ]
Then would you only be mine?
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He had never been so contained - to belong to but one person, to define himself by someone else. To reduce his vocabulary, how he may communicate with others, like Yoru. And it may as well be forever, if their lifespans proceeded, uninterrupted.
He strokes Ish's cheek with his thumb as he considers this. )
... Yeah. I would be. But only if you want that.
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he doesn't want to chain hwylryn, because one of the things that attracts him the most is his free spirit. yet hwylryn is the one who asked him for these terms: saying no would be denying him in a matter of the heart. that's not something he wants to do ever, if he can help.
maybe he shouldn't have said "only" because he knows that you can belong to more than one person, even if it's never something he's considered himself. but that's truly what he thought: who else would call him a sweet witch? he'd reject anyone else who tried. if hwylryn belonged to other people, how would he feel? he's capable of it, but- ]
I'll always belong to Norna. And you'll always belong to Gwawlyn and Balthazar.
[ he would not ask this to change, it's an impossibility. he loves Norna in a way he won't ever be able to describe and he knows, he feels, that Hwylryn feels similarly about them.
his fingers find hwylryn's on his cheek, resting there like they did the very first day they tripped into all of this. ]
But beyond that, if this is what you want...I'd be happy to give it to you. And it would make me happy too.
[ he's never been wanted before, but he's finally no longer deaf to the cries of his own heart. ]
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But he wouldn't know how he likes it until he tries, right? If it were worth the compromise for Primrose, it's worth this much for Ish. And he wants to try these things - all things - with Ish, more than anything, and in this way they might come to know the shape of themselves, together.
So when the answer does come, his heart blooms warm, and it reaches from his heart to the tips of his ears, his smile bright. )
I want you, so if you give yourself to me, how couldn't I be happy? How couldn't I wish to dive deep to the ocean's depths and back, knowing that having me would make you happy, too? That our hearts align?
( And that's no turn of phrase - were he himself, were they by the ocean (and surely they would be, if Hwylryn had his way), he would have been off with Ish - would have taken him diving down, then back up into the sun; then caught himself, and dove away with him forever.
In agreement: )
... You are of Norna the way you are of your eyes; your hair, your lips. ( His gaze is fond. ) And I am of Gwawlyn and Balthazar in this way, too. If I were to compete with Norna, then I may as well compete with your body for holding you and your heart for keeping your feelings.
Every part of you is dear to me, from that which is Norna's to that which is mine.
( He wanted to try saying it! Hehe!! It's fun; his heart races. Ah, he can't help it - he kisses him. )
... And I'm really happy you're going to have her back. I'm so, so happy for you.
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[ ish wants to ask again if he's sure, because when he speaks like this, it is in absolutes. he had said forever without thinking about it, but it's lingered on his tongue: sometimes sweet, sometimes heavy.
he swallows the kiss and hwylryn both, letting them settle into himself properly. ]
She might be mad at me, but... let's talk about that later. [ he's afraid that mixing both his feelings of her and his blossoming feelings for hwylyrn will mix like oil and water. he needs sometime to settle and he honestly needs a break from working as he has been. ]
Don't change who you are for me, because I want you to be yourself above all else. Even if that worries me, I can handle it.
You're mine and I'm yours. I won't forget that and I know you won't either.
[ it's not really a warning, but a proclamation to the world even if they're the only two who will hear it. that's all that matters anyway, isn't it?
he drops his hand to wrap them both around hwylryn tightly, the embrace he's been needing since yesterday. ]
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( He knows. They know. But it makes him happy that they both say it. )
... And I want you to be just as you are, too. Because that's the Ish I've come to love as I do.
( "Love" is also a word he's been careful with, for someone who uses it as freely as he does - and yet he slips it in here, obliquely and stripped of the full phrase but not the full meaning, furtive and mischievous the way he might steal a kiss; the way he does press into Ish's embrace, and holds him tenderly in turn. )
... Even if she's upset with you... I'll be beside you through it. Even if I'm not there, I am. And I don't intend to be apart from you, ever.
( Wherever this scolding - or worse - takes place, he will be beside Ish, whether or not Ish allows him to be there, hand in hand. And though the idea that Norna may be cross with him is puzzling, he resigns to the idea that he does not know the nuance of their relationship - and if Ish loves her all the same, and he doesn't want to speak of it now, then he accepts it.
After all, how Gwawlyn would treat Hwylryn would probably arouse alarm in those who look on. But could Hwylryn do anything but love him? It must be the same for Ish.
He presses his cheek to the side of Ish's head, still holding him tight, lips murmuring in his ear (just a little bully): )
Do you mind if I spoil you, a little bit?
( He's referring to the snacks he brought... but he also 100% is Not going to move from Ish's lap. He lives here now, forevermore. Implications forthcoming. )
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he thinks back to what he asked hwylryn, which really wasn't that long ago:
"So if I said we could meet again tomorrow, you'd fall in love with me?"
"If you meant it. If it meant something to you."
at the time, he had viewed hwylryn as who would love everyone and everything with little thought put into it. but they had come to an understanding, and ish had come to see him that night as a fellow entity who was dictated by their emotions entirely, freely. a fondness had turned into more from a simple wish.
ish swallows, ducking but not entirely hiding against hwylryn. his next words are a whisper, as warm as his cheeks are. ]
I want to say it back to you properly, so please wait for me. [ not now, it's too much right now. not because he doesn't feel it, but because when he says it, he wants it to be done in full declaration and no fear.
the whisper in his ear is doing nothing for his rabbit beating heart, on top of everything else.
a breath in and again he repeats- ]
I'm all yours.
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... I'll wait a thousand years, if you need it. And in those thousand years, I'll be yours the whole time.
( He's gone this long without belonging to anyone - without confessing love, or being addressed with the same love in return. Why not wait a little longer? Why wouldn't Ish be worth the wait?
He exhales, warm.
He still needs to say it proper, too - the full phrase, undisguised. But, until the time is right, he'll say this: )
... I may always be of Gwawlyn, of Balthazar. But, Ish... you're something I've never had, never known before. So, I think... maybe, one day, I can say, I'm of Gwawlyn, of Balthazar... and of Ish, too.
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—when I was younger, I was friends with every human I met. Or I tried to be, anyway. I loved them all, the faces they made, the way they laughed and smiled, how they interacted with one another and grew from it.
It was a human who named me, not Norna.
After they broke her, I never thought I would ever feel that way towards someone again. Even when I realized I liked you I....
[ gently nuzzling whatever part of hwylryn he can reach. when you can't come up for air, you just go deeper. ]
It must be because I was born impure, I was born with emotions I wasn't supposed to have. I can't get rid of them.
But I'm not stupid. I can read the hearts of others so obviously I can read my own. And the point is—I've never been given anything to call my own besides my name, and the power to grant wishes.
So giving yourself to me is... [ he'll find the words for it eventually, but for now the kiss he presses between their lips is full of the emotion he can't yet say. ]
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He returns the kiss with equal measure; or, maybe a little more - mixed in with feelings about Ish, about Gwawlyn, about Balthazar, about Norna - about their strange, distinct but in so many ways similar, paths that have led them here, to be caverns of need with nothing to fill them.
No - that's not true, right? Because - from the sounds of it - both of them have their empties filled with love. Despite themselves. Despite how much it's hurt them.
Into the kiss: )
... What part of nature is pure? What mountain, seed, or water comes filtered and refined? ( His hands come around, cupping his face, kissing him long— ) I hate that you've suffered so much for your heart. But if you didn't have it, you wouldn't have mine, would you?
( Kiss!!!! )
And if I could give you more than me, if I could give you the world, I would. Maybe I just need to find a way.
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praise is something he often rejects unless framed in a certain way, but true acceptance and genuine desire is his true weakness. ]
I only want you. You're all that I need. [ for a moment, a very brief moment, all he sees and feels is the sea and the sky. the ring of roses around his heart scent the sea breeze.
he presses their lips together again and this one is a chain, one after the other, a flower crown for them both. ]
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Gwawlyn was terribly fond of the twins, despite himself. He adored himself, his pride; and, Hwyrlyn - he took for granted. Balthazar, too, fell in step with this - how could he not, when he was Gwawlyn in lesser form? In the thousands of years since, he's known endless creatures, magical and not; horrified and amazed; obsessed and avoidant, but - it has never, truly, been him, and only him, that they wanted. He had always been, maybe, a part of someone's happiness, but not enough.
Just him? He wants to ask, indulgently, narcissistic. Just him, when he is a weightless, whimsy thing - no gravitas at all; surely, no substance. Is that enough?
He meets the chain and extends it, his heart not so much a beat as it is the roar of the ocean. Where there lips meet he feels the clear sky, the sun; the ocean rolling broad beneath it; the shore far, far away.
And he'll indulge in Ish for a long while - finding all his passion no longer in his words, but his lips - until eventually they do let their lips part, though Hwylryn rests his forehead against Ish's own, close. )
... And here I came here thinking you were upset with me...
( Well, upset enough to persist in being mad - he does think Ish was upset at the time, if not tired and frustrated. But, you know. It feels silly to think on how he came in now. )
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blink, blink. ]
I wasn't upset with you, just worried. I didn't like seeing you hurt.
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Ah... Primrose chewed me out for that, too. I'm sorry. I'll... be more careful.
( Primrose and friends, but anyway. And, in the same way... it makes him happy that Ish was concerned for him, too... )
... But you seemed so tired, I don't know... you didn't use your magic, either. Were you okay? I thought maybe you had to show up at a bad time for you.
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[ he will deal and he will be stressed, but he's drawn to Hwylryn's impulsiveness all the same.
a yawn, because now he's tired for more reasons than he was before. (he wouldn't consider it a bad thing) ]
I am tired. But no sleeping for me just yet. [ he knows hwylryn would try to pin him down for a nap and as much as he wants one (only because it would be with him), he's still "I'll sleep when I'm dead-I mean I'll sleep after this is over."
he'll let his eyes slide closed momentarily, some indulgence for them both. ]
The execution space is the inner most part of my domain. It's where I'm the strongest but also the weakest. And rewinding time is a real pain.
I wasn't made to hold all the magic I currently do, so it's kind of like...stretching a rope taut until it's just at the point of snapping.
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But to find someone who wants you to stay as you are, without compromise - Ish had said this already, but with Primrose's scolding fresh in his mind... he hadn't thought that this could extend to Ish's concern, as well. That he was willing to worry if that was what Hwylryn needed to be free. )
... Do you need help? ( "Another Primrose Faints Due To Mana Transfer"-- no jk. His offer is more broad than that. ) Don't say there's nothing I can do. There must be something.
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You're already doing it. My magic is mainly contractual, but emotions play into it too. [ maybe the ask here is simply, keep feeding his heart. ]
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So the happier I make you, the stronger you'll be? The less tired, the more okay?
( He seems really excited by this prospect, because any excuse to shovel more love into his darling is ideal. )
I know you said you don't peer into hearts unasked, but can I open mine to you so I can send you my joy that much more quickly?
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Hwylryn. [ that's tempting, it really is, but he remembers what just a glimpse of it was that night in the hedges.
he thinks if he braced himself, he could handle it. but... ]
What you're giving me is more than enough and...I want to share it with you like this- [ he presses their lips together, deep and
a little hungry.
but he doesn't linger, because this is business talk and he is *professional! (*he is trying to be professional and mostly failing). ]
If you want to do something for me now—let me give you a tarot card. In case you need it or someone else you love, does.
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A tarot card? ( oh right the things— ) Does using those help you, too?
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he settles for tracing the outlines of hwylryn's lips carefully with his finger. only for a moment.
FOCUS!!!!
ahem.]
Knowing you have some of my magic with you will help me. Even if you don't use it on yourself.
[ he knows hywlryn's heart is big and he doesn't want to see him physically hurt or emotionally hurt either (wednesday laughs at us).
with a breath: ]
...Contractus Cauda. [ a golden card appears in front of them, semi-transparent.
ish sees it and immediately flushes bright red again, when he was beginning to get ahold of his expression in the last few words. ]
...Do you know what this card is?
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As the card appears, he's enamored by the gossamer design - and then enamored moreso with Ish's face. He grins, knowing he'll like whatever answer he gets. )
Uh-uh. What is it?
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[ yeah sorry endgame is canceled, ish is gonna die. ]
I've been giving out cards every week, but they take me a few days to make. This one...I'm not sure what it'll do yet, but it'll be clear by the weekend.
Just look at it as a piece of my magic you can use when you need it.
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Okay. I use it, I'll promise. It must have come straight from the heart, right?
( Hehe... The Lovers...... )
So I'll cherish it as I would your own heart. And I'll employ it like a request for a sweet kiss.
( don't worry about the logistics this is just sincere poetry, unbound from his chest )
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