Wyn smiled and turned his head, planting a kiss at random when his lips met skin. "We can lay down in a minute. I just wanted to sit here for a moment." Seon's hands at his stomach, holding him securely against his body; their breaths that moved Wyn along with the rise and fall of their chest. It all worked together to bring a sense of calm and comfort that always came along with the quiet moments with Seon. Eventually, he decided now would be the best time to ask. They could go to bed right after, and all would be forgotten by morning—he hoped.
"Astra? Love?" Wyn pressed his face back into the God's chest and deliberated over his words with care. He wouldn't be mad. Wyn promised himself he wouldn't be mad at Seon. It wouldn't be right to be upset over the answer to his question. Just because he lived his life one way, devoid of lovers until Seon came along, didn't mean others had to. No, he wouldn't be mad. But he prepared to be upset to another part of the question burning through his thoughts all night. "Did you have a lover that mistreated you?"
Seon's hands shifted every breath, eventually worming their way under the loose buttoned shirt, against white skin that was plush and soft under Seon's rougher skin on his long
fingers. Each breath after finding his hands' home, was further proof that Wyn was indeed with him right there. Each shift of the lungs, the curves of their diaphragms… Invigorating to say the least.
A slight shift indicated Seon was listening, mumbling an inaudible answer. Whatever he was expecting, it was not what he heard.
"I have had a couple lovers in the past. My first one arguably fit into the criteria of what you think of mistreating. My second one… ah, I honestly don't know. For both I was made out to be an object of lustrous nature, giving some of what I was not ready to give." Seon cuddled deeper into Wyn's neck, feeling as if his breath was held apprehensively for Wyn's reaction. "I do not think I am an object of sexual desire, but I will admit that I am glad I had such experiences. Some of them were less than enjoyable, but reflecting on it is the best I can do with myself. I'll… go into detail if you so desire."
Wyn shivered slightly as those hands dipped beneath his shirt, the rough touch contrasting pleasantly with the smoothness of his own skin. One of his hands moved to settle over one of Seon's, thumb swiping back and forth over the back of their hand. Somehow this small thing, them cuddling and touching in the simplest way possible, felt incredibly intimate.
As Seon answered his question, his heart clenched. I knew it. The Fae scowled into nothingness, though didn't hesitate to kiss Seon's skin once, twice, thrice. At the very least, he now knew why Seon was so good at everything they've done together, and likely will be good at in upcoming situations. But being used for pleasure still counted as mistreatment in Wyn's book, and he ached to know Seon went through that twice. How could he be glad he went through that? Wyn couldn't wrap his head around that concept. If it had been him, he'd want nothing to do with the act whatsoever. For that very reason, he went against his first instinct to insist Seon didn't need to, and satisfied his own curiosity. "I… I'd like to know. If you don't mind."
Seon's eyes flicked open into Wyn's skin when he felt the soft scowl, leaning away a little to try and, well, actually make a conversation between them.
"I don't mind. I have lived on my own for quite some time, able to think about how I felt. Gods are people of pleasure and other bodily enjoyments. Because of my strange body makeup, certain parts of my anatomy, Gods sometimes get beyond their best self. I agree to certain things as a lover but sometimes curiosity gets the best of the best of us." Seon leaned back completely all the way, stretching his legs with a long yawn, pulling Wyn closer still and cuddling him like a little teddy bear. "That's how it is. It helped me discover more about myself. Made me discover certain things I like and stuff I don't like. Things I really like, others… Not so much. The simple exploration of the physical self helped me move forward in what I wanted out of a lover and from myself. I must say that I am glad it didn't work out. Neither of them were very nice to me outside of sexual instances. They did not care much for what I thought, intimately or not."
Wyn let out a long and sad breath. Of course Seon didn't understand the severity of the situation. He had read books of similar things happening, where the receiver of mistreatment would acknowledge it wasn't good, but not that it shouldn't have happened—that it was abuse. Seon had been used sexually and treated horribly in other aspects of the relationships. He might be looking at the positives, that he got to understand his likes and dislikes, but that wasn't the point.
A moment of silence passed before Wyn turned onto his side, cuddled on up against Seon, and rested his ear against the God's heartbeat. "That doesn't make it okay, love. It still shouldn't have happened that way." He stared out into the woods, seeing nothing, but feeling every minute movement and breath Seon took. "You could have learned the same things another, safer way. One where you were treated the way you deserve. As a living being, and not an object of desire." As much as Wyn liked Seon's knowledge, as it sped along his private lessons, he would have rathered they discovered things together than this.
"If I could turn back time, I would have. But I can't, so that is just the simple reality of time and existence." Seon paused in his thoughts, shrugging and running his hand up Wyn's back. "I assure you that there are many experiences you can give me as well. There will be many things we can learn about each other." He kept rubbing Wyn's back slowly and gently, even leaning down to press a small kiss to his forehead and nose. "There's no need to worry of it anymore. I am safe with you. Like I said, I trust you. You may ask me to do anything and I will enjoy it with you." His teeth met Wyn's ear, and he nibbled the hood delicately, rubbing their foreheads and faces together like a cat trying to assure that he was perfectly fine. "Mostly what I know now is not how to treat someone. What I like and enjoy. What I want from someone. There are a couple things I could share about myself that me before those situations would not have known before. And I know you will find plenty about me as well." Seon smiled, moving down to move his face into Wyn's view, twisting his waist and hips, ruining that rigid back image of a human chair. Mostly for the sake of making sure Wyn was okay.
First his stomach, and now his back. Would he ever be allowed to think properly? Would he ever be free of the distracting and delicate touch to his bare skin? "Yes, but—shit." Wyn's soft and breathy swear muffled itself against Seon's skin. Why the ear? What did Seon have to target the ear? Despite his silent protesting and heavy breathing, Wyn melted into the touch and tilted his head for Seon to have better access.
"You don't have to enjoy everything I propose," he finally got out, more of an indignant mutter than any real statement. Wyn could breathe easier when Seon stopped paying attention to his ear, and he got petty revenge by lightly grasping Seon's chin and holding him in place for a kiss. Nothing fancy or requiring practiced technique, but enough to make himself feel better. "I just want you to be happy," he whispered against Seon's lips. He knew the God was trying to distract him from the subject at hand. His worry about Seon's past. Wyn knew, and let it slide. He got what he wanted, after all. He got his answers, and It'd be pointless to ask for more when they didn't see a problem with anything.
A kiss was something Seon couldn't ever say no to. He let himself be drawn in and participated in Wyn's revenge kiss, rolling his eyes under his eyelids. Wyn didn't seem to realize how easy it was for Seon to get to him– not that he was complaining.
"I know that," Seon muttered as he pulled out of the kiss, glancing over his shoulder briefly. "I'm just saying, I do want you to feel good with me. There would be nothing more satisfactory to me than to assist you in reaching such feelings." He picked up on the ear thing with Wyn pretty quickly, using this prior reaction from the Fae as concrete evidence. After the kiss the God nibbled again, pressing a couple kisses where jewelry met skin and letting his breath skate down into more sensitive areas of Wyn's neck. "I am happy, Arenwyn," Seon finally murmured into his ear, "I'm happy to be here with you in my lap and traveling with me. It will be an incredible time, the two of us." Seon pulled away, moving his arms and tugging on Wyn. "Let us move back into the ferns. I am finding it hard to keep my eyes open."
He scooted on his butt closer to their selected place of sleeping, flattening some of the branches and waving his arms as if fluffing up pillows. Steadily, with these actions and quiet murmurs, came a small bed-like structure made entirely of soft looking plants and moss. Much more than what looked like was there before, and as Seon climbed on, one would be able to tell that there was something magically affecting it. The plants shifted and closed around Seon, as if wired to protect his privacy.
"Just come through the plants," called Seon's soft voice, and from the thicket came a hand to help Wyn stand and enter with him.
As expected at this point, Wyn's face brightened with a flush. Seon talking about things between them like that made him squirm and imagine things, and he couldn't have that when they were settling down for bed, most likely pressed together the entire time. And when the sneaky God sought out his ear again, a broken—and good—whimper slipped through as his eyes slid shut. Goose flesh followed skittering breath, and a pleasant shiver slid down his spine. Perhaps this was karma for teasing Seon like he had from before. It certainly felt like it, with the nature of the affections and reactions. Wyn resisted the urge to move away from the low voice in his ear and watched Seon move away.
Curiosity hardly covered how he felt, but he didn't hesitate to crawl over once invited by that hand. He could question the bed of moss and plants when they woke up. For now, he busied himself with grabbing a rolled up blanket from his buried pack, then settling on top of Seon after sliding through the thicket, legs on either side of his body. Wyn couldn't help himself, though, and started littering soft and loving kisses over the God's neck and collarbones. The blanket was set off to the side as he pulled away far enough to bring their foreheads together; his now free hand slipped over Seon's cheek to simply hold them. He had nothing to say, and no real reason to be doing this, but he felt the need to. To comfort himself with loving up on his God without a particular reason to be.
Seon had made himself comfy, laying on his back and offering a little nook in his arm and neck for a comfy Wyn. He was instead surprised by a stronger act of confidence, straddling his upper waist and laying weight down onto the broad part of Seon's chest. He was interrupted looking down by a sudden surge of Wyn's head and a bump of their faces, grinning as their noses clashed and foreheads rubbed together.
Slow touches to his lower back and head came as a reward to Wyn's strong choice of laying down, touching upon his ears and mid back, stroking back and forth in synchronous movements. His soft eyes had fallen shut among the comfy moss and fern stalks hugging his body, as well as the thick blanket of Wyn resting on his rib cage and stomach.
"Good night, Wyn. Do wake me up if you awaken before me, please," Seon grumbled into Wyn's soft lips, a little grin accompanying it. "I find it hard to rise from the beds I make." A soft giggle rose from him, and he leaned his head back, exposing the strongest parts of his neck and beating pulse.
Almost on instinct, Wyn's eyes slipped closed and a soft sigh deflated his tired lungs, his body following suit. The little Fae went limp over Seon, head slightly twitching away from the touches to his ears on impulse before coming back for more, and eventually mustered up the motivation to reach out and tug the blanket over the both of them. Seon likely had enough body heat from Wyn to keep warm, but he would like to have a barrier between his back and the rest of the world. A sleepy grin and a muttered, "We'll see," was all Wyn gave the God in response, though he did eye up the exposed expanse of neck bow available to him. Was he tired? Yes. Very much so. The jarring back and forth of foreign emotions and feelings left his mind and body exhausted. But how could he give up such a tempting invitation?
Just for a moment, Wyn told himself just before deft fingers enclosed the sides of the God's neck, and soft lips ghosted over the skin. Only for a moment. His fingers lightly pressed against the pulse point to feel Seon's heartbeat, and his lips settled against the base of their throat; only after a minute of a slowing heartbeat did he bury his face and ease into a comfortable dream.
Seon's pulse was already slow and soft against the pressing fingers, and a slight twitch from his legs was his response. He didn't mind the pushes or slight brushes of skin at all, a stark contrast to how it was earlier on his chest. Besides, if Wyn decided to strangle him for some reason, Seon would be too tired to fight back. His hands relaxed on his body after toying with his ears, idly petting the skin he found under the ridden up shirt.
His dreams as he slowly lost himself to them as well, were less than pleasant. He dreamed of that same chilly mountaintop, sitting on a peak with his legs hanging off precariously. It was a consistent feeling of his heart leaping back and forth where he was highly conscious of the hanging feeling. It was such a feeling he had only felt outside of his dreams once or twice, and it had been more horrifying than what his brain remembered it as. His unconscious self watched his breath rise around his face as he panicked to his lonesome self and those surrounding voices, unable to break free from the vices of fear.
It had been enough to help him remember that he was indeed facing a much larger scale of something terrifying. Something that could very well kill them both. His dreams somehow always had the ability to suck all sense of confidence he found in himself from that previous day. No matter how nice it could have been.
In the morning, Wyn slipped off Seon as gently as he could, not wanting to wake the sleeping God; he never promised to wake them when he rose. Besides, he was going out to hunt for their lunch later on, and he doubted Seon would want to wake up just for that. Wyn watched Seon for a moment, smiling softly, then snuck away in near silence—bow and quiver in hand.
Time fell useless and lost upon his shoulders while he hunted. All he knew was the bite of the string digging into his flesh, the lingering warmth from the sun settling into his skin, and the drifting breeze directing his scent away from possible prey. Wyn stayed crouched low to the ground, bow nocked and held parallel to the earth. Breathe in, breathe out. Quiet and alert. His ears picked up every little rustle and snap of a twig.
Including the nearby rustle of the brush and the telltale sniffing of a hungry beast.
Huff.
Aim.
Snap.
Fire.
Thump.
After sending up a little prayer to the Gods—pointedly leaving Seon out to not disturb him—and thanking them for the clean kill, and wishing the creature a safe travel to the afterlife, Wyn carried the herbivorous feline back to the camp over his shoulder. Good size, with good meat. Even a little on the fat side. Once at the camp, he discarded his weapons and started the messy process of skinning and butchering. Thankfully they sat next to a river, and he made sure to wash off after setting up a fire to start cooking the clean chunks of meat. While he waited, Wyn idly stroked his fingers through Seon's hair and over his face. Who knew he'd be comfortable enough to pet a literal God?
Eyes flickered open, chasing away the chilly nips of wind, but those claws of anxiety never left him. Strong and angry in his weakened mind, already restricting long, peaceful breaths. His brain passed the extra touches to his head as the breeze, assuming he was alone and laying among his own hand made beds, in that moment of time where he was completely alone, faced with the anxiety of finding Wyn and embarking on a perilous adventure.
Fingers moving past his face and brushing his cheek woke him up completely, even startling him a little. He had completely convinced himself that finding Wyn was somehow a dream.
"Good morning, Wyn," Seon breathed hastily, trying to control his flighty heart, mostly from waking up to a calm Wyn. Everything started to flow in, the smell of fresh river water, smell of hot meat, almost cooked, and of course that flowery scent Wyn brought everywhere. Seon couldn't help but keep his big eyes on Wyn, unwilling to take them away just yet. Allow his image to take away pangs of anxiety deep within him.
Wyn didn't notice when Seon first woke up, his own gaze settled on the horizon beyond with a slightly contemplated look, yet somehow devoid of any particular emotion. He continued his gentle strokes over Seon's hair and face, and only glanced down at his God when he heard the hurried greeting. In half a second, his expression went from blank to warm and happy little creases bunched up at the corners of hie eyes. No smile, not with his lips. But he grinned with his eyes, yellow sparkling in the speckled moonlight. "Morning, love," he murmured, fingers moving to curl around his lover's chin as he shifted and leaned back to get a better look at the God.
For a moment, he nearly started going through the list of what he had done and gotten ready while Seon had slept. But with Seon's eyes on him, unwavering and beautiful, he held that little speech back for a later date and instead focused on staring back. Little things caught his attention, little imperfections he found endearing and minor spots that messed with his mind. Wyn's thumb rubbed back and forth over the God's chin, skin soft and gentle and quite jarring in complexion against Seon's. Did he ever stop and simply admire the gorgeous being in front of him? He couldn't remember ever doing so, even when he insisted on staring at them at the most inopportune times.
Always changing, every day, with the ability and power to create genuine difference in the world with simple decisions. Every day Seon's body reflected that very slight but universal philosophy, a reminder to his pupils that Fae change in either the slightest, or the largest, ways possible.
Dark, oceanic blue eyes looked back at Wyn's bright yellow ones, deeply amused with the sparkle of happiness Seon was able to root up from the simple contact they made. The God relaxed thankfully into his pupil's hand, eyes softening around the changed corneas. Looking at Seon's complexion up close and so personally up close was certainly an adventure for the mortal mind. Small patches of what looked like white freckles actually turned out to be strung together constellations, making small shapes on his skin. They were more easily seen in the sunlight, but his tattoos (especially the ones on his cheeks) were much more obvious against his blueish grey skin. Deep inside of his eyes was a present flickering of light, like the night sky itself was reflected in him. It was especially more obvious because of the dark hue they presented themselves in today, floating and bumping together, moving under his dark pupil's. The sight gave Seon the air of unexplored potential, like one was staring into the eyes of the universe herself.
Outside of his dark eyes, was a set of hooded, relaxed eyes, and a large hooked nose with jewlery and piercings of all sorts jingling delicately off of his fair skin. And last but not least was a pair of thicker lips, curled up a little in a smile as the pair shared eye contact.
Head cocked to the side as he surveyed the God beside him, Wyn picked out the little details that tickled at his brain and urged him to pay attention. Tiny and adorable constellations jumped out at him first thing, and his knuckles brushed over the markings. The closeness didn't satisfy him quite yet, so he braced a hand on the other side of Seon's head and leaned in, his now-loose steely-blue curls tumbling down to frame both their faces in.
Enchanting eyes that changed color by the day. Even Wyn, who rarely paid attention to such things when not needed, had noticed that early on. His touch brushed over the corner of those eyes. Down his attention and touch went; down to those pillowy and kissable lips. His own quirked up at the thought, though he didn't make a move to lean down, only trace over the bottom lip. Wyn leaned his weight into his braced hand and tilted his head the same way. "Beautiful," he whispered. Beautiful, admirable, inspiring, deserving. Oh so deserving of love and devotion, and endless patience and attention. Wyn couldn't imagine a soul more incredible than Seon. "So damn beautiful."
Seon watched slowly and with curious eyes, wide and soft like a curious stag's. He displayed an absurd amount of innocence for what he had been through, shining in deep within his person and active conscious.
"You flatter me, my love," Seon mumbled, pushing his head against Wyn's, his antlers creating a crown around the sides of the Fae's face. "I think you are beautiful too. In the most excellent way." Seon drew his legs below him, pushing against Wyn, pushing their lips together after the quiet attention had been on them for a few moments. Now sitting up on the bed, a hand snaking slowly around the hips of his lover, pulling them closer into a good-morning hug.
"I like waking up with you, Wyn. Despite you not waking me up." In the end, Seon wished he did. He would not have to be stuck in his hellish dreams for longer than necessary. He paid no mind, instead shooed them away for later to enjoy the interaction of happy Fae. Something deep down inside told Seon he should alert Wyn to his "terrors" (could one call it thar?) so he knew how important it was to wake Seon from his rest as soon as possible. Yet another side told him to hold off, to hesitate on the notion of sharing such an intimate part of himself.
A soft smile bloomed over his lips finally, warm with affection and adoration. Wyn let Seon pull him over for a hug, growing used to the feeling of his hands around his hips and lower back, and even shifted until he sat in their lap, fitting nearly perfectly. "Didn't think you'd want to wait for me to hunt when you could sleep in," came his mumbled reply, right before a quick good morning kiss in return. He then pulled away and surveyed the God, head tilted and curls spilling wildly over his shoulders and face. "But if you want to wake with me, then that can be arranged no problem. Just ask."
Seon could get away with anything he wanted with just a simple question, because Wyn would give everything he could to fulfill the request. Perhaps it came from a need to please his God as a devoted follower, or maybe it came from being his lover, the constant wish to make Seon happy and cared for. With a blink, Wyn realized he was staring, and busied himself with grasping Seon's chin and tilting his head down far enough for him to give a sweet kiss to their forehead, right over where he knew the hidden tattoo sat. "Just a simple yes or no, love. Nothing else is needed." Just in case. Just in case the reason was something that would sour Seon's mood and bring up something unpleasant. If he truly wanted to be up with Wyn, then he'd keep that promise.
Seon had considered standing up next to Wyn to get started on their day two journey together, but here he was, trapped under the weight in his lap. Grinning, and mentally accepting it, he curled his legs and arms around Wyn, tucking the Fae close to his body and pressing a kiss to his head.
"Please. I would appreciate it when you wake up, you make your best efforts to wake me up. Sleeping isn't really all that pleasant for me. Seeing your face when first waking up would be." Seon wrinkled his nose, unable to hold back his own smirk at the tackiness, but truth, of his statement. Now acting once again as a chair for Wyn, Seon tucked his arms under Wyn's shoulders to offer a better support for their posture, and an extra intimate hug for them both to enjoy. Now their faces were pushed together, noses crushed and lips millimeters apart, exactly how Seon liked it as he sat and grinned dolefully. "Yes. I give you permission to wake me up. Most of the time on our adventures I'd be more than happy to help you hunt or skin your prey. I have a few tricks up my sleeve in regards to food preparation. I assume you're hungry, though. That meat does smell fantastic. Would you like to go get some while I recollect our things?"
Wyn's face lit up with a brilliant grin shining with amusement as a quiet laugh shook his shoulders. Taking advantage of the very little space between them, he kissed Seon, tongue slithering out a fraction to brush against their bottom lip. A simple tease that would be made into nothing as he ended the kiss. "Okay." Wyn nudged his nose against Seon's cheek, almost a feline nuzzle. "I'll be sure to wake you when I do so you can be blessed by my face first thing in the morning. I hear it's absolutely divine." Another quick, half-a-second kiss, and a thoughtful hum. He made no move to get up from his surprisingly comfortable seat.
"I have a hide dried and preserved hanging on a branch nearby." Thank you magic. The process would've taken him a day at least without it. "The rest of my stuff can be gathered, just be careful with it." Even still, he didn't move. "You're lucky the herbs here were okay with being used as flavoring and spices, or the meat wouldn't smell nearly as good as it does." A kiss to the God's jaw, and lips brushing against the skin there while he spoke. "The rest is mainly for our lunch and dinner. There's just enough for that, and then I'll have to find something else."
Seon listened, and also watched Wyn loaf around in his lap, with an expression of detached amusement. The Fae cycling carefully through the things he had out but could easily be put away again, Seon sure to make note of.
They also didn't bother returning the kisses, kind of losing himself to the first one that he was arguably asking for. Only then did he lapse himself when Wyn stopped talking, perking up to look down at him.
"You need not waste food on me if you do not want to," Seon rumbled deeply, pressing a kiss of his own to Wyn's forehead before cuddling closer, now actively playing a part in their conjoined laziness. Seon also quietly enjoyed the fact that neither of them pointed out this laziness, just agreed to go along with it until the sun rose again. Well, it wouldn't go that far. Hopefully. Seon would have to bring his heavy heart up the face of that mountain at some point, whether he wanted to or not.
"That also sounds like something you'd prefer to handle, I assume. I am more than capable of re-packing those things, but if you're not itching for me to do so, I can go about doing other things instead."
Breezing by the food comment, Wyn shook his head and lightly traced over Seon's cheekbones. "No, you can. I'm just mother-hening over them." Wyn rolled his eyes at his own expense, recognizing that he was already micromanaging their stuff when he didn't need to. He had nothing to hide from the God, and everything was perfectly fine to pack up and put away without issue or even thought. The only thing he was concerned about was his sword, but it was second nature for any creature to be careful with a weapon.
Seon's almost dazed expression registered in his memory's eye, and a slow and lopsided smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. So perhaps his teasing had done something after all. Wyn hooked a knuckle beneath Seon's chin and nudged their head up while he rose to his knees, now hovering over the God. I could get used to this. Looking down on them felt good, somehow. Like small embers settling within his belly. "Ask for what you want, love," he stated quietly, with a hint of a demand. He wanted to get them in the habit of asking—of being comfortable enough in their relationship to seek out his own wants and desires, instead of only Wyn's.
Seon hummed his understanding but said nothing, instead settled into what he assumed to be comfortable silence. Unfortunately something clicked in that Fae's head, sneaky hints of words not said connected, and cowardly lack of decisions were ultimately burned into the brain. Movement shifted, his chin secured and raised up to the sky to face a demanding Wyn.
They were unable to escape the blush that dusted his face, and the slight shock that passed over him. He was much more focused on Wyn now, eyes wide and flicking around Wyn's face. The smirk, the pointed tooth hanging from his lip, the cocked eyebrows and the demanding stature over the taller God. Almost instinctively Seon opened himself up, dropping his legs to the ground and attempting to catch himself on one of his arms. All of these appendages felt useless in the face of a dominating Fae, smirking at him like he had just figured out a big secret from the soft-spoken Seonastra.
Images flickered over his mind's eyes, some so scandalous that he would never be able to ask for such a thing. His body yearned for something that he would not be able to tell for quite some time, a decision that he ultimately would not be able to make with Wyn.
"I- ah… I don't know," Seon finally answered softly, through a messy embarrassed expression, twisted the best it could be without completely defacing his image. Was it hot in here, or was it the burning cheeks and neck around his clothes?
Seon failed to convince Wyn, evident by the pointed, almost predatory quick tilt of his head and raised brows. His intention hadn't been to embarrass Seon, but seeing the God so quickly and easily unwound egged him on to do more, to get a raise out of the normally calm and collected creature sitting beneath him. His free hand slowly trekked up Seon's stomach and chest, inch by inch, until his fingers found the pulse in their neck. Wyn found he liked feeling it. This way, he could feel one of the invisible reactions he got.
"Surely there's something you had in mind?" he prodded, feigning ignorance to the blushing mess of a God he created. Just a little more pushing. How many times would they find themselves in similar situations, solely focused on each other and ignoring the world's obligations around them? It felt selfish, but he liked it. Wyn liked feeling just a little selfish like this. He reasoned it made up for everything he lost while spending every waking hour scouring the world for signs of the very being he was with now. It made up for how long he took to find him, making up for lost time that they could've had should Wyn have paid just a little more attention and looked a little harder. The world has waited this long to be saved, it can wait a little while longer.
His eyes dropped down, just for a moment, at the shifted position of Seon's legs. Then his gaze flicked back up, a spark of curiosity and amusement dancing like happy stars within the bright gold. He didn't say anything, though.
