( Angelo's refutation does not trouble him, nor does the way Angelo seem to twist into himself - Hwylryn does not consider this necessarily an air of rejection, but simply: there is no space for him there. And while Hwylryn cannot know that sort of revelation Angelo came upon, he still accepts it.
Hwylryn will need to make peace with the fact that he looks to a future without Gwawlyn, without Balthazar, without a shadow of each of them. Why try a third time? he'd asked Angelo. Why fail again, why carry this grief?
It is Hwylryn's choice that feels more perverse than Angelo's. )
That's what I like about you.
( The answer is crisp as clear water through a stream - perhaps too clear. Perhaps he was so transparent that it was not clear how deep these feelings ran, and for those stumbling into him too carelessly...
he would have them drown. )
You don't let anyone compromise your pride. You bite your teeth into what you still have. And I wish, for you, that you'd never had to come here - but, before that, I wish you had the future you sought with him.
( But wishes don't mean much. There is no wish that turns back time, the way the both of them needed.
As Ish had said, time is always going somewhere.
...
Wind blows through his hair. There is no room for him in Angelo's future, and that's okay. Hwylryn had turned toward his death, despite every offer. For him, there was no room for Akira, or Mithra, in his future.
But... Just as he'd felt in the rose garden, he feels discontent. He felt like - commiseration was not enough. He wished that...
... )
... Angelo. I don't ask this to make you stay with me. But... Allow me the privilege of asking: won't you return with me, if we all leave this place?
( And if Angelo rejects it, he will accept that. The air about Hwylryn says as much.
But he doesn't want to part in sympathy, like in the rose garden.
He had refused Akira and Mithra. But he thinks ... he preferred to die knowing that someone had offered him their hand. )
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Hwylryn will need to make peace with the fact that he looks to a future without Gwawlyn, without Balthazar, without a shadow of each of them. Why try a third time? he'd asked Angelo. Why fail again, why carry this grief?
It is Hwylryn's choice that feels more perverse than Angelo's. )
That's what I like about you.
( The answer is crisp as clear water through a stream - perhaps too clear. Perhaps he was so transparent that it was not clear how deep these feelings ran, and for those stumbling into him too carelessly...
he would have them drown. )
You don't let anyone compromise your pride. You bite your teeth into what you still have. And I wish, for you, that you'd never had to come here - but, before that, I wish you had the future you sought with him.
( But wishes don't mean much. There is no wish that turns back time, the way the both of them needed.
As Ish had said, time is always going somewhere.
...
Wind blows through his hair. There is no room for him in Angelo's future, and that's okay. Hwylryn had turned toward his death, despite every offer. For him, there was no room for Akira, or Mithra, in his future.
But... Just as he'd felt in the rose garden, he feels discontent. He felt like - commiseration was not enough. He wished that...
... )
... Angelo. I don't ask this to make you stay with me. But... Allow me the privilege of asking: won't you return with me, if we all leave this place?
( And if Angelo rejects it, he will accept that. The air about Hwylryn says as much.
But he doesn't want to part in sympathy, like in the rose garden.
He had refused Akira and Mithra. But he thinks ... he preferred to die knowing that someone had offered him their hand. )