[Irial's eyes focused on the Dreamberry screen, darkening as he recognized Leonardo's face. He glanced away after several moments of silence, his cheek turning into the pillow]
[It was still dark in the room, nothing but shadows and the smoke of his cigarette. Irial was sitting up and leaning gracelessly over it, though as the door opened, his shoulders slid back and he leaned back into the headboard, looking more like himself]
You? [Irial teased, accepting the hug and the kisses, his eyes glancing up at Leonardo intently. But he would not torment the artist. He did not have the strength to pursue it very far, and so he gestured to the concealed object he had brought with him, pressing him to continue]
[Irial stared in silence, recognizing the scene straightaway. But he paused to remember. And if Leonardo could have tasted his emotion as Irial could taste his, he would sense the faery's longing to be back there, in that moment]
Yes. But not yet. [Irial instructed, a dismissive gesture of his hand asking for Leonardo's patience, then a slight beckoning motion with his wrist invited the artist to leave the piece propped up somewhere and come closer again]
[Irial continued to watch his face, letting his fingers pass along his face, his own coming to rest against Leonardo's knee]
Tell me of those you have affection for. [It was a softly-spoken request; if not for the look in his eyes, Irial might as well have been asking for a bedtime story. It seemed he wanted that measure of comfort in hearing Leonardo speak, the sound of his voice, keeping him close by while Irial was not feeling well]
[Irial continued to study Leonardo's face long moments after he finished speaking. Then he glanced away, the painting in his peripheral vision, the window beyond]
I would care for every faery in my Court. Being tied to them for centuries, it is an indescribable bond you may never understand. Your friendship and your parents, that is need and tenderness and love. But I felt everything they felt, experienced their hunger, sensed their concerns, reveled in their joys.
But I am free of that tie now. My worries are my own. [That is not to say that he didn't worry for others; he just omitted that through careful wording]
It is very quiet and lonely at times, to be without that bond. It was my burden and my blessing. [Irial confided, speaker at greater length than he had ever done with Leonardo, his eyes lifting back up to look at the artist]
As for the sort of bond that you would understand... I have affection for them at a distance. It is the only way.
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Leo.
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Tell me of those you have affection for. [It was a softly-spoken request; if not for the look in his eyes, Irial might as well have been asking for a bedtime story. It seemed he wanted that measure of comfort in hearing Leonardo speak, the sound of his voice, keeping him close by while Irial was not feeling well]
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I would care for every faery in my Court. Being tied to them for centuries, it is an indescribable bond you may never understand. Your friendship and your parents, that is need and tenderness and love. But I felt everything they felt, experienced their hunger, sensed their concerns, reveled in their joys.
But I am free of that tie now. My worries are my own. [That is not to say that he didn't worry for others; he just omitted that through careful wording]
It is very quiet and lonely at times, to be without that bond. It was my burden and my blessing. [Irial confided, speaker at greater length than he had ever done with Leonardo, his eyes lifting back up to look at the artist]
As for the sort of bond that you would understand... I have affection for them at a distance. It is the only way.
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