( 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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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. )