#kingstalons

[reprisalet]

❝ Reyson. Please tell me you're enjoying the evening. ❞

Music and dancing were definitely up the heron's alley but he wasn't sure if the food would be to his taste. He was ready to go on the hunt for something Reyson could eat however. Or just something he liked, he knew there would be something sweet around for Reyson to snack on, something with fruit.

He puts an arm around him and lets it drape over Reyson's shoulders. The posture distinctly casual.

❝ Here, we're supposed to be exchanging these. ❞ He passes his brooch (decorated with a delicate string of pearls) to the heron. ❝ Take this one. Then dance with me. Everyone here dances so stiffly, formal. Back home we'd never dance like this, but I'll do my best so I don't embarrass you. ❞

"all the more, now that you're back beside me."

he's been flitting about the place, dancing and chatting and meeting new people. it's been nice, but he knows his place is at tibarn's side, knows it like he knows the air he breathes. with a smile, he takes the offered brooch and swaps it with his own, which has on it a little bell. do the pearls suit him better? "why, thank you."

the goal is to collect all of them, and he intends to at least makes the effort.

but it's not his goal, all he truly cares for are these moments of connection.

he takes tibarn's hand in his. "i'd love to dance with you. we can figure out the steps together, mimicking these surprisingly graceful beorc."

[reprisalet]

* spinning them around, then kissing them as they set them down

reunion is a lovely word.

reyson relishes every second of it. tibarn loves like a fist, like a knife, but there is never violence directed toward reyson. only strong hands, which can too easily lift him off the ground. he doesn't feel the least bit disoriented as his feet return to the ground, and he is pulled into a kiss.

arms drape loosely over the hawk's shoulders as he stands on his tiptoes to ease the distance tibarn needs to bend down to kiss him. he's laughing, just a little, breathless with delight. it's utter bliss, to have tibarn back at his side.

his protector, much as he loathes that he needs it... the word feels less frustrating than it usually does, now that he's grown into his own, proven himself useful in battle in his own right, even if he can't rip a foe to pieces the way stronger birds can.

he must admit, there's something comforting about how large tibarn's hands are, how easily he can hold him.

"hah... that was quite the kiss. it seems like you missed me. perhaps... as much as i missed you?"