[Realistically they've probably hit the ferry by now, so he just gets them onto the boat and into a seat, settling Ryn easily into his lap as he does. He's not letting go, after all.]
'Twouldn't hurt you to be sweet to me just once, you know. I'm certain you have it in you.
Well, under protest. Or when you can spare a moment from being so insufferably smug.
[He works free one of his hands, raking his fingers affectionately though Ryn's hair before catching hold of one of the tendrils and stroking down its length to the end.]
Though you did mumble something about not being able to see clearly without me, before. That was rather charming of you, I'll concede.
[oh, that's nice... his head tilts into the attention, the tentacle rubbing itself against thancred's hand a bit as he strokes down it, then curling around his fingers.]
...I didn't think this was something I would have again. Didn't consider it-- didn't really want to.
[mostly, he can concede, out of the fear of what would happen if he did.]
[Is he ever going to be over the way Rynlan's tentacles seem to have a mind of their own — and that the mind in question tends to be curious, gentle, even playful? Signs point to no.]
You don't have to consider it. You don't have to do anything but just what you are right now.
[He pulls him a little closer, like he's reminding him of the presence of his arm wrapped snug around him.]
Following my voice. Lying in my arms. Staying with me, right in the here and now.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
[his ears flick, with a little huff.]
And if I say no to that?
no subject
[Realistically they've probably hit the ferry by now, so he just gets them onto the boat and into a seat, settling Ryn easily into his lap as he does. He's not letting go, after all.]
'Twouldn't hurt you to be sweet to me just once, you know. I'm certain you have it in you.
no subject
[a little more amused, there. this is helping-- the back and forth, the way thancred can call him both lovely and stubborn and make it sound so fond.]
no subject
[He works free one of his hands, raking his fingers affectionately though Ryn's hair before catching hold of one of the tendrils and stroking down its length to the end.]
Though you did mumble something about not being able to see clearly without me, before. That was rather charming of you, I'll concede.
no subject
...I didn't think this was something I would have again. Didn't consider it-- didn't really want to.
[mostly, he can concede, out of the fear of what would happen if he did.]
no subject
You don't have to consider it. You don't have to do anything but just what you are right now.
[He pulls him a little closer, like he's reminding him of the presence of his arm wrapped snug around him.]
Following my voice. Lying in my arms. Staying with me, right in the here and now.