( Hwylryn had been layingon his back in the flowerbeds, his long, white hair sprawled out in the dirt behind him. He's usually for the pool, but at present he seems to be taking in the sun - or sinking into the dirt - half-covered by leaves and blooming flowers, his eyes half-closed in the sun, but his breath too quick to suggest he's asleep, or really even resting.
As Hickey approaches, he opens his eyes a little languidly - before the question makes his brows furrow.
A beat, before he begins to shift, pressing his palms to the dirt, and pushing himself up. He musters a smile, of sorts. )
... Why? Are you hoping to become Ish's favorite by volunteering as his executioner?
( Not that he blames Hickey for wanting to maintain a good relationship with someone who has, allegedly, taken him away from a very bad situation. )
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As Hickey approaches, he opens his eyes a little languidly - before the question makes his brows furrow.
A beat, before he begins to shift, pressing his palms to the dirt, and pushing himself up. He musters a smile, of sorts. )
... Why? Are you hoping to become Ish's favorite by volunteering as his executioner?
( Not that he blames Hickey for wanting to maintain a good relationship with someone who has, allegedly, taken him away from a very bad situation. )