spotsalone | hwylryn; pc catchall

( 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. )

[ He laughs. ]

Would that work, do you think?

[ It's mostly a joke. ]

I'm merely curious. Getting a sense of how this place works seems wise if we're meant to repeat this process.

( ishickey when.......

He makes a sort of "mmm" sound. )

... He appeared before me a little before the execution and told me I'd be doing it. Then he whisked me away to that grassy realm you saw. I guess it was just assigned. I don't know on what basis, but...

( A beat, as he swallows, and tries - with some struggle - to not let the sudden warmth in his throat be heard. )

... Maybe because I knew Tiamat.

[ when!!!!!! ]

Hm. Seems you've already claimed the title of our host's favorite, then.

[ Also a joke? Maybe? Hickey notes the pause. ]

Were the two of you close? As close as you can get to another person in a week, anyway.

( Does the Hwy of week 1 want to be Ish's favorite...... he seems to feel a little complicated about that, brows furrowing.

A few moments pass in silence. He closes his eyes, because he doesn't trust his face. )

... She reminded me a lot of my twin and my dearest friend. ( Don't ask him why those share similar traits. ) She was even a dragon, and she talked to me in a way I really got - a way that was familiar, and reminded me of...

( ... Things he'd lost.

He exhales, gently pushing himself up. His eyes are pretty watery. Ugh... he hates not having control of his feelings - he's usually better about picking and choosing what he shows. He's usually better about what he chooses to share. )

... I don't know. I've been alive for a long time, and I've gotten used to it, but... sometimes losing people doesn't get any easier.

[ He hums in understanding. He hasn't been around nearly as long as Hwylryn, but he has suffered a great many losses in the past three years. They've all felt similar, it's true. ]

Was it satisfying, then? To execute the man responsible for murdering someone you were so fond of?

[ He mouth twitches into a slight smirk. ]

You did appear to enjoy yourself back there.

( That earns a pause as he seems to - smile, a little conflicted. )

... In the moment.

( He'll confess that much. It's not something he's said to many, out of consideration for most humans' sensibility. )

It always feels at least a little good in the moment. But... it doesn't stay that way. Sometimes it only feels good for that single moment, and not a moment more.

( He brushes some dirt from his hair... )

... It's frustrating. I wish... it did.

( Or maybe he just wishes none of this loss had to happen in the first place. )

Mm. Well, of course revenge can't undo what's already been done.

[ That much he understands. An eye for an eye is satisfying, but it doesn't undercut the rage of having been wronged in the first place. That never dies out, he doesn't think. ]

Do you wish that Ish hadn't chosen you? Perhaps that single moment was worth the trouble.

( A beat. )

... I don't know.

( Not a satisfying answer, but a genuine one. )

... I've never been good at mulling over the past. I think, and I think, but I can never find an answer on how I feel. Do you ever have better luck?

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