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Jun. 2nd, 2021 05:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
goldtoes[ The roads to the Edge of the World are terrifying in their own right. The paths are narrow and winding, nearly nauseating for those who are prone to illness in motion - the trip to get Kyr down south, carrying Idris' child, was a long one, with extended pauses in inns along the way to allow him to stop and rest. ]
Are you ready?
[ His head turns, all coy little dimpled grin and narrowed eyes, scheming and impish. Their cart, luxurious and warm, is pulled by a team of wooly oxen, plowing forward on small hooves into territory they know well, and Kyr stands without as much as a wobble, bracing himself on his father's walking stick - habit, with its sculpted handle, normally used to pluck himself through ice and snow and rock. ]
We're almost there.
[ His hair is braided in fine strands, woven in an expectation of royalty, and his narrow shoulders are draped in wool and hide and furs. He reaches for a trunk, flipping the latch. ] I have a gift for you. [ Kyr draws out a set for Idris - they match his own, in color and texture, wolves' furs across the shoulders and long woolen cape, silver clasps. ] They'll keep you warm. And this...
[ He draws out a second walking stick, with its sharp point - his own's handle is carved into the head of a doe. Idris' is a stag. ] Was also made for you.
Are you ready?
[ His head turns, all coy little dimpled grin and narrowed eyes, scheming and impish. Their cart, luxurious and warm, is pulled by a team of wooly oxen, plowing forward on small hooves into territory they know well, and Kyr stands without as much as a wobble, bracing himself on his father's walking stick - habit, with its sculpted handle, normally used to pluck himself through ice and snow and rock. ]
We're almost there.
[ His hair is braided in fine strands, woven in an expectation of royalty, and his narrow shoulders are draped in wool and hide and furs. He reaches for a trunk, flipping the latch. ] I have a gift for you. [ Kyr draws out a set for Idris - they match his own, in color and texture, wolves' furs across the shoulders and long woolen cape, silver clasps. ] They'll keep you warm. And this...
[ He draws out a second walking stick, with its sharp point - his own's handle is carved into the head of a doe. Idris' is a stag. ] Was also made for you.
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Date: 2021-08-09 03:14 am (UTC)We're late, [ he sounds terrifically unconcerned about this as he rolls over to fold his arms on Idris' chest, placing his chin atop them and staring at him with wild, snowy eyes, a glitter of mischief and satisfaction. ] Not that much, though.
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Date: 2021-08-26 03:03 am (UTC)The sound of the horn has him lifting his head quickly, squinting towards the window with a look of confusion... And then the word late makes him deflate. ] Already?! [ But they just... He didn't even get to...
He groans grumpily. He still wants to say Fuck It All and ignore the horn- if they're late then they're fucking late, who's going to argue with them? But he's been too well-trained. A bit of tardiness is forgivable, but there's not nearly enough time for Idris to do all he wants.
What is that look in Kyr's eyes? It's too playful. His own frown and stormy stare would likely cause worry for anyone else, but Kyr has surely been around him enough to know he's safe from Idris' moodswings and sulking. ] You aren't cute, you aren't funny, and you'd better not be enjoying this. [ In other words: he is cute and funny and yes, Idris knows he likely is enjoying this. ]