A Hard Thing Not to Miss [Hyaril and Risaamion]
He didn’t have time to be scandalized or insulted by Hyaril’s words, nor did he have time to be embarrassed by them, because he was simply too busy being kissed by the mer himself. He kissed back, when the moment of shock had passed. It wasn’t the first time, but it might have been the first time he’d done so without proper preparation.
“Of course I wear it. Buy me another and I’ll wear them both.” He breathed, face warm and throat still thick with that lump, eyes still wet, but he wasn’t angry anymore. Or rather, he wasn’t scared or upset. Hyaril was safe, something he had worried about. He linked his fingers with the other mers, and pressed back against his lips, continuing the kiss of his own volition.
Hyaril smiled at the answer, and let Risaamion continue the kiss, before he eventually pulled away. A soft smile on his face, as he continued to hold onto Rissy’s hands; thumbs brushing over them lightly. A gentleness in his demeanor was now beginning to surface. Something that no doubt only Risaamion would get to see.
“Tell me about how it went with your parents, this is the first I’ve heard about it,” He requested, not knowing that he was supposed to have known. After all, the letter Frithjofr sent never reached him.