[he rests his head on thancred's shoulder, taking the opening he's given, arms wrapped loosely around his neck. thancred has him, he knows, but forgive him for feeling clingy.]
...mm. You are my sun, though. Couldn't see things properly before.
[those words are murmured into his neck, the energy leaving him once he feels safe, adrenaline draining. for all that he prefers the shadow-- he needed the light, the warmth, in a way that he didn't fully realize until it was given to him.]
[Oh. Oh, well if that doesn't just make him feel all warm and radiant inside, himself...]
I have been. Shall I sing you some of it? 'Tis unfinished as yet, of course, but.
[He sways them a little as he walks along, almost rocking Rynlan in his arms.]
It doesn't matter where you go or what you do / I want to spend each moment of the day with you / Well, look what has happened with just one kiss / Whoever knew that we could be in love like this? ...
[He trails off, humming the tune of the melody he's chosen, but not supplying any more words as yet.]
[...he hides a little smile against thancred's neck, there, as he listens. maybe he can tell, maybe he can't, but-- at least ryn can pretend he doesn't see it.
whoever knew, indeed?
but what he murmurs aloud, whenever there's a break in the tune, is-]
It started with one, you incorrigible brat. Or have you so soon forgotten?
[It's exasperated on its face, but beneath the sentiment sits genuine relief. If Ryn's coherent enough to be a Fucking Elf™ at him, then he's surely doing all right.]
Regardless, if you object, I'll take it back to the drawing board.
[Fucking Elf™ (affectionate). Playfully, he sings a few lines that clearly fit to complete the same melody that he'd left hanging before, but that are just as obviously making up new words as he goes.]
'Tis madness but it's true / I simply can't say no to you.
Really? I seem to recall you having rather a knack for it.
[But it's better, he thinks at length, to keep Ryn engaging with him like this — certainly better than just talking at him and hoping he's able to listen and hold on. If he can keep him responding, so much the better. It's that much more certainty that he's not getting lost.]
Name once you found it hard to say no to me. Go on, I'll wait.
[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.
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[he rests his head on thancred's shoulder, taking the opening he's given, arms wrapped loosely around his neck. thancred has him, he knows, but forgive him for feeling clingy.]
...mm. You are my sun, though. Couldn't see things properly before.
[those words are murmured into his neck, the energy leaving him once he feels safe, adrenaline draining. for all that he prefers the shadow-- he needed the light, the warmth, in a way that he didn't fully realize until it was given to him.]
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I have been. Shall I sing you some of it? 'Tis unfinished as yet, of course, but.
[He sways them a little as he walks along, almost rocking Rynlan in his arms.]
It doesn't matter where you go or what you do / I want to spend each moment of the day with you / Well, look what has happened with just one kiss / Whoever knew that we could be in love like this? ...
[He trails off, humming the tune of the melody he's chosen, but not supplying any more words as yet.]
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whoever knew, indeed?
but what he murmurs aloud, whenever there's a break in the tune, is-]
I think it was a lot more than one.
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[It's exasperated on its face, but beneath the sentiment sits genuine relief. If Ryn's coherent enough to be a Fucking Elf™ at him, then he's surely doing all right.]
Regardless, if you object, I'll take it back to the drawing board.
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[he may keep it. rynlan curls a little closer, clearly satisfied with this.]
Hum it again.
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[He shakes his head, smiling faintly, and proceeds to hum the tune once more.]
Well? Do you like it?
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[but, after a few moments:]
...no one's ever written me a song before, Thancred.
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'Tis not much of a song as it is, you know. Barely a ditty at best.
[He says as he glances away, carefully hiding his expression.]
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[he murmurs, worn down enough from everything that he just can't quite keep it from coming out.]
...finish it for me?
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[Fucking Elf™ (affectionate). Playfully, he sings a few lines that clearly fit to complete the same melody that he'd left hanging before, but that are just as obviously making up new words as he goes.]
'Tis madness but it's true / I simply can't say no to you.
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from thancred, from someone like him-- rynlan believes it, wholeheartedly.]
...difficult to say no to you too, you know.
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[But it's better, he thinks at length, to keep Ryn engaging with him like this — certainly better than just talking at him and hoping he's able to listen and hold on. If he can keep him responding, so much the better. It's that much more certainty that he's not getting lost.]
Name once you found it hard to say no to me. Go on, I'll wait.
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[his ears flick, with a little huff.]
And if I say no to that?
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[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.
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[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.]
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[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.
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...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.]
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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.