calamitish | HWYLRYN ✴

( Hwylryn takes his time paying Witch a visit, in part so Witch can chillax, and, in part, because Hwylryn is willful, and feels like doing a bit more spelunking across castle grounds. He also took a dip or two, changed some clothes, was a nuisance... It's probably closer to evening by the time he arrives.

When he finally makes his way to the grotto, he's dressed in a white, flowing nightgown and a blue, shiny night-robe (picked for how easy fun they'd feel to swim in later), and he has a sort of sack in tow - it has bread, jam, jewelry, flowers, and other, fun knick-knacks Hwylryn collected during his tour, that he thought he might bring (as gifts? offerings?) to their mysterious... benefactor? kidnapper? whichever.

He calls out as he approaches: )

Hello, hello? Are you home?

( So a little later in the day, after he's gotten his bearings and done his exploration and mourned the lack of pool (he was already feeling like a betta fish trapped in a saucer at the pet store, and now...), Hwylryn comes along with another makeshift tote bag filled with flowers and pears, as well as a bottle of alcohol (and two cups... somewhere in there).

As before, he knocks. Despite everything.

His expression is calm enough, but the air around him is still - like, literally. It's a pensive sort of mood. He's full of thoughts, and it's honestly a little overwhelming. He wishes he could set some aside for later. )

Edited 2025-03-17 20:53 (UTC)

[ hwy is in the pond. ish is appearing over it, nary a sound.

he looks down. ]

If I had to be an animal, I'd be a bird, not a fish.

( Hwylryn has held onto this thoughts for a few days now. He doesn't mind. He's held onto certain thoughts for longer - enough that they'd begun to corrode him, in fact. A couple days waiting is easy.

But a couple days isn't much time to sort things out; less so for someone who loses track of it so fast. So when he returns to Ish's greenhouse, a day after Ish's Hwylryn-Assigned Nap (which Hwylryn indulged in too, of course, with as much distance as Ish preferred - but, if Hwylryn could get away with it: with as little distance as he was allowed), he's still contemplative as he was the day before. But he was all right, yesterday (all right as he can be, mind); he was certainly Going Through It for Obvious Reasons, and he wasn't as cheerful as usual, but he could manage. If there's one good thing he could remark upon, it's that he was relieved that Ish really make good on their agreement to rest.

Today, he brings... seafood !!! (from the kitchens) in a little pouch of fabric, as usual. It's not very much, since he doesn't mean to sit down so much (they were parked here yesterday, already), but! he likes bringing things, so he does. He has a little thing tucked into his robe sash, too.

Around him is a slender, familiar dragon that swims about him in an orbit, as if the rings of Saturn. It doesn't look exactly like Hwylryn had, and it lacks either his playful demeanor and Gwawlyn's bellicose nature, but it looks like it could be a child of his - or, perhaps, a sibling.

idk what the greenhouse looks like precisely but since he's familiar now, he will knock, as he usually does, on the front door, and wait patiently. )

Edited 2025-03-25 05:35 (UTC)

[ the rollercoaster that is this wednesday—

he has some compartmentalizing to do which is still a work in progress, but regardless of where he ends up, he'll be here regardless. not in the primrose suite, but wherever else hwylryn goes after he's experienced the Photobooth and had some time to himself.

there's no sound to announce his arrival, but he does call out to make himself known immediately, hand outreached. ]

Hwylryn.

( Hwylryn slips off fairly quickly after the trial, because thank god he did not take any psychic damage from it this week (just from the photos, so his weekly therapy quota has still been met). He makes his way through the gardens, picking an apple and pear or two for his waist sash (he knows he probably doesn't need an offering at this point, but he wants to, and likes to, bring stuff).

And, with that, he does knock at the greenhouse door, but this time he just heads right in. If he sees him he Will rush to hug him So hard they might just fall over, )

( Following the reset, Hwylryn has gotten to work in some number of ways. In the ways most pertinent to this thread, he's got an entire tiered serving stand from the tea room (filled with snacks and sandwiches and all sorts of things), chocolates and any remotely portable beverage from the wintering room (in which he lingered for awhile, nostalgic of his childhood), and a variety of fruit, seafood, and jam. It's all in a big bucket also stolen from the wintering room.

yeah he's definitely going to visit his darling who's upset with him how did you know,

(But also he thinks there's good reason to congratulate Ish, too.)

He's wearing the hair barette Ish got him, and, let's say - a long, flowing skirt with a cropped top (tummy out and leggies available depending on his stride) and loose, flowing sleeves that flutter in the wind. Unlike the blues he usually wears, these are rich, Western reds. Jewelery clinks as he walks with flat soles through the gardens, fabrics trailing behind in the wind.

He knocks on the greenhouse door, his expression placid as always, but the air about him suggests a slight malaise. )

( Dressed up in Mahoyaku East-style garb, still with the hairpiece Ish gifted him (always and of course), Hwylryn had gone to visit Ish as he always does - as is, honestly, a daily occurrence at this point.

He had no particular business with Ish today - or, well, he should, given what he's planning, but... it's scary to think about. It's hard to think about. And he's happy with Ish, so... maybe not right now. Maybe later today. Maybe a different day. (He knows he's running out of time.)

As part of his effort toward happiness, though, he'd asked Ish if they could match outfits (over their usual shared meal-snacks-drinks, brought by Hwylryn, as usual). If Hwylryn were going to be dressed up anyway, why not do it with Ish? (Why not share everything with Ish, really.) And, once they were dressed up and satisfied, he'd asked him out on another date - another walk through the gardens, hand in hand, fingers laced, during an hour no one in particular seemed to be near their circuit.

He's guiding them toward the aisle of flowers and fruit, even though that's a little closer to the castle. He's a dragon on a mission. )

You know, I liked how you looked dress down, but this is also rea~lly . . . ( hehe ) I'm lucky.

( handsome handsome witch )

[ to the greenhouse they go, back into their own little bubble. he had considered for a moment to take them into the sky, but he wants privacy with everyone outside and mingling.

rather than sit them on the chaise, they float in midair, nestled between the canopy of leaves. ]

We can rest here. What else do you want? [ there's a note of pleading in his voice, he wants, needs, to provide. his own wants are as always, secondary. ]

[ like always, ish visits his membrums before the carnival. he can tell himself this is just that, if only briefly. hwylryn was the mastermind even if he wasn't the direct cause of death; he'll still need to visit junior after this, but he has time.

(does he?)

he's had to compartmentalize a lot this week, something which goes against his nature but was honed due to his circumstances. it's fine, because as always, his feelings come second. he'll wait until hwylryn is alone, wherever that is. they don't have much time (in this instance. overall). he saw how that all went down, but he's not sure what the mood of the hour is now.

so he appears as he always does, even if this circumstance is entirely different (his outfit too, cape purple) hand extended always, forever, however long that may be. there's a smile on his face, despite everything. ]

Hwylryn.

Edited 2025-04-04 17:08 (UTC)

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week two, monday

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