[ 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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[ 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. )