( 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 )
Mmmnph— [ he's flustered, so it's not a very good kiss but he leans back anyway. ]
Yeah that's why...it's that. [ sir not explaining that there are a lot of tarot cards, but of course one coming from hwylryn helping him is the blatantly romantic one. ]
It's how magic should be— real and raw and free of deceit.
( And Ish, in this way, is much like the wizards and witches he knows - bound by his promises, his contracts; bound by his heart, his love; a slave to that which has created him - his history, his passion.
And Hwylryn loves him for all these things. He is not as Gwawlyn and Balthazar precisely, but he is of them in these ways. And it feels nostalgic; it feels like a sense of home, though Hwylryn has never had a place he could call this.
Maybe home, for him, has always been other people. Fickle as that may be. Silly as it is, like building a house of cards on soft, sunny sands. )
... Thank you, Ish. Always.
( Not just the card, not just for not being upset, but for everything that has been, and will be. And he can't help... but be hopeful for what will come next.
Though he sees the storm that is Thursday coming soon over the horizon, it isn't here yet. )
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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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Yeah that's why...it's that. [ sir not explaining that there are a lot of tarot cards, but of course one coming from hwylryn helping him is the blatantly romantic one. ]
My own magic's betraying me.
[ just ignore him, he's huffy but happy. ]
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( And Ish, in this way, is much like the wizards and witches he knows - bound by his promises, his contracts; bound by his heart, his love; a slave to that which has created him - his history, his passion.
And Hwylryn loves him for all these things. He is not as Gwawlyn and Balthazar precisely, but he is of them in these ways. And it feels nostalgic; it feels like a sense of home, though Hwylryn has never had a place he could call this.
Maybe home, for him, has always been other people. Fickle as that may be. Silly as it is, like building a house of cards on soft, sunny sands. )
... Thank you, Ish. Always.
( Not just the card, not just for not being upset, but for everything that has been, and will be. And he can't help... but be hopeful for what will come next.
Though he sees the storm that is Thursday coming soon over the horizon, it isn't here yet. )