[ Reynir feels it, the lessening of that tight pressure in his chest. Is that his own relief, or Onni's? Or both? He thinks it might take a little practice, getting better at identifying the source of what he is feeling. Or maybe it will always be this blurry. No real way of knowing other than to just... wait.
He opens the door, follows Onni through and shuts it behind him. ]
I know! It's so weird! I mean, I knew it would be, but it's like...
[ What it might be like, however, eludes Reynir's ability to find words, so he just shakes his head, setting a hand against his chest for a moment, to indicate that slight tug, the feeling of presence.
Momentarily, he tries to do what's right. Tries to give Onni space, prove he'd meant what he said about not intruding on him, and doing what he can to maintain boundaries. But the moment that he lets go of Onni, moves away from all contact, he feels that lovely warmth thinning and draining away, and he feels a little lurching twist in his stomach.
So he moves back, taking Onni's arm again and steering the both of them to the couch. He's subtle about it, as they sit, but he keeps their knees pressed together, his shoulder leaning against Onni's as he exhales. ]
[Usually, Onni would want that space, would want to be left alone to think about things and process what's happening, but something in him doesn't want to be left alone right now. He's not sure if it's the influence of Reynir's emotions, because he knows that Reynir likes to be around people, that he's outgoing and warm and likes connection with other people when he's feeling stressed, or if it's because he isn't sure if he'll be able to process what's happening if he isn't close enough to keep feeling the connection. There's certainly a bleed-through of emotion and motivation and instincts, he can tell, but they aren't overwhelming, just a solid and warm presence.
And when they separate, he can feel it, the sudden draining cold, the barrenness of lack of contact that he isn't sure about the origin of, if it comes from Reynir or from himself or somehow from both of them. He doesn't like it any more than Reynir does, though, so he keeps close when Reynir pulls him over to the couch and makes sure their knees and shoulders are still pressed together. For a few moments, Onni stares forward, brow furrowed, feeling a little shellshocked, overwhelmed. It's going to hit him soon, he thinks, how different his life is going to be now, how he's now irrevocably tied to this person sitting beside him, but in the moment he's feeling a bit numb. Numb and raw and vulnerable.
He glances up when Reynir says his vows were really, really good, and exhales a little huff.]
[ Reynir gives a little half-laugh as he responds, immediately: ]
Well... of course they weren't, silly.
[ He looks at Onni, a puzzled smile on his face, affection swelling up in his chest. Reynir sighs, amusement and the tiniest bit of fond exasperation in it, and settles his head down onto Onni's shoulder. It's a careful operation, now that he has horns, but he tilts his head so that they aren't in the way, pressing his temple into the warmth of Onni's broad shoulder. ]
You're not an effusive guy. That's not who you are. But that doesn't mean I can't tell, when what you're saying means a lot.
[ And Reynir remembers it, that feeling of certainty he had, down to his bones, that Onni cared about him. The strength of that knowledge is wonderful, and he turns the feeling over and over a few times inside himself. The feeling of knowing he was important to Onni, the honored, frightened, excited feeling when Onni promised to keep on trusting him. Lingers on it, thinking that perhaps, giving Onni this evidence will be more effective than words. ]
I think it's a good thing we did this today. I feel... really good. Like, I think the magic's equalized between us and it was - I hadn't even noticed it 'cause it had been happening so gradually, but. I think I really was starting to need it.
[When Reynir tells him it's obvious that his vows wouldn't be as effusive coming from him, and calls him silly, Onni feels that surge of affection as if he's being hit by a wave. Blinking, he looks down at where Reynir, who has his head rested against his shoulder, with an expression of puzzlement. That feeling of warm affection is a little overwhelming, not because he's never felt that kind of affection before, but because he can tell that it's how Reynir is feeling about him. Onni has known that people loved him before, he's known love from his parents and from Tuuri, and he knows that Lalli loves him even if he's not so good at expressing it, but he's never experienced it in this way. Though he supposes it's not exactly normal to be experiencing it like this.]
Yes. You're right. I don't say things that I don't mean.
[It's quiet, and for a moment he just sits there and allows himself to bask in the warmth of that feeling, allows himself to accept that it's real even if he doesn't understand the reasons for it. There's a possibility that Reynir might become aware of that, the tentative, slightly uncertain acceptance and enjoyment of the affection he's projecting, but Onni doesn't let himself dwell on it too much, doesn't want to make himself recoil from the feeling.]
Ah. Yes. I can definitely feel the difference too. That sort of restless feeling is gone, I don't feel like my limbs are shaking.
[ Reynir lets out a pensive sigh, breath blowing against Onni's neck as he considers. Verbalizing his inner sensations - how it felt to do magic, his certainty about some things in the dream space, his feelings when they were too complex and deep - isn't his strong suit, in some ways. But he tries. ]
...foggy. Sort of like when you haven't had enough sleep, and things aren't lining up right in your head. Everything is still there, but shifted just enough that you... bump into corners where you shouldn't. I- don't really know how to describe it, apart from... a mist, and it's like a breeze came in and cleared it all away. And I hadn't even noticed how hard it was getting to see, until the sun was hitting the ground again.
[ He reaches up, touching those horns, now a few inches longer and beginning to show a distinct curl. Other changes had started, too - little ones, here and there. But thinking about them doesn't make his gut drop, in the same way. ]
[The way Reynir explains the feeling makes sense, and he nods, matching it up to his own experience with this weird magic. It's different for him, he thinks, sort of the opposite of what Reynir is saying. Usually he wouldn't say anything in response, but he finds himself speaking up anyhow, something he suspects partly springs from the sense of comfort he's feeling now, close to his bonded, but also probably springs in part from Reynir himself and the influence he's currently having on Onni's inner world.]
For me, it was similar to being constantly shocked with electricity, at a sort of low level, and now it's as if I have a lightning rod that makes it easier to channel that energy in the direction I want it to go.
[Glancing down, he sees Reynir brushing fingers against one of his horns. It's strange, how quickly Onni has gotten accustomed to seeing them there, poking out of Reynir's hair, growing slowly.]
Ah... constantly shocked doesn't sound good, at all. I'm - I'm glad I can be your lightning rod.
[ He sighs, turning his face a little to press his cheek harder against Onni's shoulder, quietly reveling at the warmth and solidity of his friend. His... Bond-mate? Bonded?
Reynir remembers something Gon said, about people who are Bonded enjoying contact more with one another. He'd seen this coming, somewhat. But it is even better than he'd expected. A feeling of rightness, and intimacy. ]
Really?
[ Reynir's cheeks feel warm, but his voice is smaller, full of hope. ]
You don't think they're ugly?
[ He knows how it sounds - vain, silly, self-centered. There are so many real things to be worrying about, dangers and uncertainties. At the same time, Reynir's stomach gives a little flop of anticipation and hope. ]
I can't say it was comfortable, but I'd gotten used to it. I didn't realize how much until the feeling cleared up.
[The way Reynir presses his face into Onni's shoulder is a little comforting, and even though Onni has never been necessarily averse to being touched or comforted that way, he's enjoying it more than he'd have anticipated. Lifting a hand, he drops it on Reynir's knee and pats it a couple of times in return, exhaling a tired sigh.]
It's good to be free of that.
[When Reynir asks him if he'd really meant it, about the horns, and if he doesn't think they're ugly, Onni snorts.]
Of course. Maybe you do have some memory problems...I just said that I don't say things I don't mean. They're not ugly at all, in fact I think they suit you in a sort of way. I've seen other people with horns here who look terrible, but you're not one of them.
[ It's just how Bonds work, of course - Reynir knows that. And yet, nonetheless, he feels a swell of pride in his chest, at the fact that he was the one who helped to dispel that feeling. That he is the reason Onni doesn't feel that way any longer. Not only that, but he's only too aware that Onni might pick up on that sudden, intense rush of pride and happiness.
He hadn't really thought of himself as someone who hid a lot, but he's finding, even after such a short amount of time connected to Onni, that that might have been naive. ]
Welllll, I mean, technically, you said they could look worse. That's not the same as saying they're not-ugly!
[ Reynir is smiling as he says it, and it's audible in his voice even if Onni can't see his face from this angle. Onni doens't think his horns are ugly. He thinks they suit him. Why does that make him so happy? ]
We should - talk more. Set up some ground rules. Like... if I notice you're feeling something, and I ask you about it, and you really, really don't want to talk about it, you've got a- a password, and I have to drop it, no questions asked. Or... some kind of rule about if we end up seeing each other's memories and that.
[It's strange, the feeling of experiencing, to a degree, the reaction of another person to something he's said. The sudden swell of pride and happiness that seems to surge into him from the place that Reynir's head is resting on his shoulder is perplexing and foreign and at first he isn't sure what he said or did to trigger something like that. It becomes a little more clear once Reynir explains his perception of 'could look worse' and 'not-ugly,' but it just clears up the particular thing he'd said that triggered the feeling and not why.
Onni suspects that this is going to be a line of thought he's going to be following a lot while he's bonded to Reynir.
For now, he lets it go, to be mulled over later, though there's a chance, he suspects, that Reynir might have felt some of that confusion and the letting go. The next topic that Reynir brings up is something easier to wrap his head around - setting ground rules and ensuring they have some form of boundary despite this situation. Nodding a little, he makes a considering 'hm' in his throat.]
That makes sense. I'd like to be able to say that I can't talk about something. I...
[A pause, and he feels, for a moment, a deep sense of shame about the depth of emotion inside him that he tries to keep hidden inside himself. But there's no point in avoiding it. All of it will be obvious to Reynir one way or another, so it's best to have something in place.]
There are some things that I feel or think about or remember that are very intense. I'm sure you'll notice them. But those things...some of them I just can't talk about. Not now. Maybe not ever.
[A deep breath, and he's glad that Reynir's head is on his shoulder so the younger man can't see his face, can't risk eye contact.]
It would be good to have a way to tell you which things those are.
[ Now is the moment when Reynir learns, for the first time, just how different it is, knowing that Onni is feeling bad, sympathizing and wanting to make it better, and actually feeling an echo of that feeling. It's like the bottom has dropped out of his stomach, that sudden inrush of shame, over something so small as admitting there are topics he would like to avoid.
Reynir knows, too, that what he is getting is nowhere near as intense as what Onni himself must be feeling, that it is filtered and diluted through the Bond. He lets that discomfort push at him, staying quiet and still and waiting for Onni to keep talking. ]
That's okay. You don't have to. Even if it's not ever.
[ In his mind, when he'd brought this up, he'd planning to crack a joke, lightheartedly tell Onni he wasn't giving him a get-out-of-jail-free card for any troublesome conversation. But he knows now, just from the embarrassed self-disgust Onni feels even broaching the subject, that he won't misuse their arrangement in that way.
So he abandons the idea of the joke and instead turns his mind to solutions. The trick is thinking of a word that will be memorable and distinctive, but not in itself be too upsetting or give that many connotations of emotion or fragility. That way, Onni might not feel quite so ashamed to actually take the out.
After a moment's quiet pondering, Reynir suggests: ]
How about... false asphodel? It's um, it's a kind of plant that grows in Iceland, and it's poisonous. Humans just know not to touch it, but sheep will graze on it without realizing, and it burns their mouths and they spit it out right away. It's something that... it looks harmless, but it's just - better not to touch it.
[There's something a little fragile about the moments between Onni's confession about his feelings and Reynir's response. Fragile because he's a little worried that Reynir will joke about it or push at it or demand to know more or what those thoughts and feelings and memories are about. But Reynir doesn't. He just says it's okay and he doesn't have to talk about it ever, if he doesn't want to.
It's a relief, and a moment later he registers that probably part of it is because Reynir had seen his past in that memory of Lalli's and that he'd been there when Tuuri had died. That he probably knows where those feelings and thoughts come from, probably knows what memories Onni is visiting when he feels them. For a moment, he misses Tuuri, even in her soft barely tangible bird form, and almost immediately after feeling that, he tries to tamp it down. But the emotion is too big to completely hide, and it leaks through, tinging all his thoughts with sadness.
When Reynir starts talking again, about what word they might use to communicate that something is too much to talk about, it becomes a bit easier to move past the lonely sadness that thinking about Tuuri brings up in him. The mention of a specific plant's name and the reason why it symbolizes what meaning they're interested in attributing to it makes sense, but Onni isn't entirely sure about the usage of it. Making a little hum in his throat, Onni shakes his head.]
So I would just say that to you, is that what you mean? Just the words 'false asphodel' like that? Or would I refer to the emotion or whatever as false asphodel?
[ Reynir hears the hesitancy in Onni's voice, feels it tugging at his insides as well. Is that ever going to stop feeling strange? Or will it always be like this? ]
Well, I was thinking, more like... if I'm asking you, 'Hey, Onni, what's up with you feeling super sad right now?' and you say you don't want to get into it, and I say something like, 'Hey I'm your friend and you should open up to me' you can say 'We're done with this, I'm calling false asphodel' or 'you're getting into false asphodel territory' or whatever, and that way I'll know to drop it.
[ Reynir lifts his head, finally, scooting to sit sideways on the couch so he can look at Onni. His knees press against the side of Onni's thigh, and his expression is earnest and stubborn. ]
I... want you to talk to me about stuff. When things are hard. And I - don't want you to underestimate me. You aren't gonna scare me off or hurt me, even if what you need to say is awful. But all of that - it's got limits. I know that. So this way, when it's really important. I'll know.
[ Reynir brightens with a thought, adds: ]
And I can use it, too. 'Cause, y'know. I've- got stuff I don't want to talk about sometimes. It goes both ways.
[While Reynir explains how they could use the term and in what possible situation, he has a moment of mild discomfort, wondering if that's going to happen often, if Reynir is going to push him when he's upset to the point he has to use that phrase. But he lets that go, because he does have the 'false asphodel' thing to fall back on, even as he wonders if he'll have to use it too frequently.
Part of him starts to worry, too, about how much of him Reynir is going to be seeing, becoming almost awkwardly aware of every emotion that passes through him and how it might be perceived. Particularly because Reynir's transient emotional spikes all seem to match what he's showing on the outside, and to be overwhelmingly positive - happiness and pride and relief - while Onni knows that his own are the opposite, hidden and negative. It's baffling, how Reynir can be like that when they come from the same world, and thinks in a resigned sort of way, that it must be because he was raised in safety in Iceland, with a good family.]
I don't know that talking about these things will be helpful. There isn't anything I can do about most of them, talking about it will just make me dwell on it and feel helpless.
[He doesn't look at Reynir, even as the younger man sits sideways on the couch and he feels that momentary drop in emotional temperature before Reynir's knees press against his thigh. That last comment earns him a snort, though.]
I find that hard to believe. I can't imagine you hiding anything.
I suppose it comes down to a different attitude towards talking. Maybe it's an Icelandic thing, I don't know. But I've always thought... being able to put something in words is useful all on its own. Like, saying 'I'm in a shitty mood because the wind knocked over the new fence that I just fixed' isn't going to repair the fence, but it can be good to... put it into a story like that and name how you feel about it.
[ Reynir trails off, feeling a little silly. Onni will probably discount what he's saying, as softness, or nonsense, or both. And maybe it is. There are better examples, ones that had actually made a difference in his life. Maybe he should have used one of them. Talked about how it helped, in his relationships with his siblings, to actually sit down and just... talk about their origins and his. ]
I mean, you and Lalli, you do your magic using poetry, right? For your gods, and to the moon or whatever? So you know words can be powerful. And- and there's something to be said for... having someone understand what you're feeling, and why you're feeling it. It... makes everything a little less lonely.
[ When Onni says he can't imagine Reynir hiding anything, Reynir smiles, not very wide. Remembers, with nauseating clarity, lying to Onni when Tuuri had been bitten. Remembers other times, too. Now and then, when Onni had done something or said something small, that hurt his feelings, and he'd tucked the feeling away, without showing it. The smile doesn't waver, but Onni isn't likely to miss the sudden flash of sadness. ]
I don't hide much. But that's not the same as nothing.
[ Reynir reaches out, tentative, reaching for Onni's hand. He laces their hands together, tucks Onni's hand between both of his. ]
Is this okay? Someone warned me... told me it's good for Bonded people to - have contact when they can. For the flow of the magic, or whatever.
[ Yes, that's definitely the reason. It isn't just that he wanted to hold Onni's hand... ]
[Onni listens, his expression thoughtful, eyes on Reynir as the Icelander talks about having a different attitude towards talking, how it might be him or it might be an Icelandic thing. Onni isn't sure, either way, but it's something he can't really wrap his head around either way. Saying the things out loud that bothers him has never done much for him, when it comes to making him feel better about it. Maybe naming it would help other people know what's going on with him, but he's never been one to ask other people for help or to understand what he's feeling or thinking either.
It isn't what he's accustomed to, but he finds himself willing to listen to Reynir talk about it. Whether that's because of the new shared pulse of emotion between them or because he's softening toward Reynir a little, he isn't sure. His points about knowing that words can be powerful because of his work as a mage make sense, and Onni finds himself making a soft 'mhm' of acknowledgement. But...the part about being lonely...]
I've never been lonely. There have always been people around, at least until Tuuri and Lalli left. Even then, there were the other mages.
[And of course, he knows that's probably not what Reynir meant. He can feel that much, from the emotion radiating through their bond, which is still a strange thing to think of. But he doesn't know how to express what's going on in his mind, and can't approach the feeling inside of him that feels empty and alone. It's too close to his grief over Tuuri, the grief that keeps hitting him harder and harder now that he's separated even from her soul in that soft, bright bird form.
A moment later, he feels a flash of sadness from Reynir, and he blinks, looking over at him, blinking a little. He isn't sure why that sadness took him so much by surprise, wonders for a moment if it isn't because he's always thought of Reynir as someone who's happy most of the time, or at least optimistic and upbeat. Of course, he's seen him upset, afraid, even in pain, but still he registers in Onni's mind as someone too soft and too happy to have a lot of hidden regrets or worries.
Maybe he was wrong.
For a moment, he just watches Reynir, feeling the little surge of sadness but still smiling just a little, then reaching out to take his hand. There's something very soft about the way he laces their fingers together, and Onni's eyes flick down to look at that, at the way their hands twine together. He feels strange about it, but he doesn't pull away, just lifts his gaze and pins Reynir with it, meeting his eyes.]
It's fine.
[A pause, and then he speaks again, his voice just a hair softer than usual despite how straightforward his question is.]
[ It isn't that Reynir has had no physical contact with anyone since arriving in this world, but it hasn't been very much. Especially coming right from Finland, where at nights he and his friends curled up together in a small tent, and during the day there were back-slaps from Sigrun and Mikkel setting his hand on his shoulder, and even Lalli poking him in the face from time to time.
He sighs, scooting a tiny amount closer to Onni, solid and warm and so comforting for it. ]
You can be lonely with people around.
[ Reynir could say more, explain that none of those people had been looking out for Onni, as far as he could tell, caring for him rather than being cared for by him. There might have been routine, and the companionship of seeing the same faces every day, but Reynir knows from experience it's not the same as having a friend, someone to confide in and rely on. After all, he'd managed to feel lonely plenty in his life, despite the small, close-knit community he grew up in.
But he doesn't poke holes in Onni's reply. He just lets those words sit between them for a space. Maybe, after a while, Onni will be able to see the difference, look back and recognize his loneliness in hindsight. ]
I guess it would be pretty hypocritical of me to say I would rather not talk about it, huh?
[ As jokes go, it's a fairly weak one, and even as he makes it, Reynir knows it's just a continuation, of that small smile, of the hiding in general. It's so much easier for him, to make light, to obfuscate with cheerfulness and humor, instead of speaking directly, plainly. Speaking the way Onni speaks.
He drops his gaze to where Onni's hand is held between his, and gives a shrug that Onni will feel rather than see. ]
I don't really like people to know it, when they've hurt my feelings, or I'm feeling angry or- not very happy with myself, or that kind of thing. I know all of that is... normal, and there's nothing wrong with it, but I guess I kind of. I feel like it's my job, to keep morale up, and stay positive and cheerful. Even when I'm not - totally feeling it.
[Onni isn't the type to even notice that he's missing human contact until it happens. It doesn't even really occur to him to think about it, but when Reynir leans in a bit closer and presses against his side, he lets out a harrumphing little sound of comfort and relaxes just a little. When Reynir says that he could be lonely even with people around, he makes another little noise in his throat, closing his eyes for just a moment.
It isn't that he didn't think he was lonely before. It's just that he can't think about being lonely right now, he can't. Because if he starts to think about that, about the emptiness in his life, he's going to start crying and never stop, and that's something he can't tolerate. But he still feels the wash of grief again, overwhelming to the point it makes his ears ring, when Reynir mentions being alone and surrounded by people at the same time.
Pushing it down takes effort, switching his attention takes effort, but he manages it, and makes a little snort of almost-laughter when Reynir says it would be hypocritical of him to say he doesn't want to talk about it. Nodding, Onni keeps quiet while Reynir works up to it, looking down at their twined hands. Without thinking, because he can feel the echoes of Reynir's sadness and his desire to hide this behind smiles, he rubs his thumb against the back of Reynir's hand where his thumb connects to his palm. What Reynir reveals isn't exactly surprising, now that Onni's given it some thought - he hides it when people hurt his feelings or when he's feeling negative because it's his job to keep morale up.
Onni makes a soft snort at that.]
Well, don't feel obligated to try to keep my morale up! There's no use in it anyway. I'd rather know what you're really thinking or feeling than have you smiling all the time. I'm used to you smiling, but if it's not real then there's no point in it.
[Lifting his head, he looks over at Reynir, his mouth pursed a little.]
I've hurt your feelings before, haven't I? You can yell at me about it now, if you want.
[ That tight, clenched feeling in his chest loosens when Onni rubs his thumb against Reynir's hand. It's such a small gesture, but it's undoubtedly a gesture of comfort. Onni supporting him, encouraging him. Showing affection in that tiny, monumental way.
Reynir sighs. ]
It's real most of the time.
[ The objection sounded a lot better in his head, before he said it out loud. He huffs a soft laugh, an edge of sadness in it, and gives a silent nod, feeling his eyes swimming, welling with sudden, hot tears. He blinks them back right away, and if it weren't for the Bond, he thinks Onni wouldn't have noticed. But connected as they are, there's no hiding how close to the nerve that hit.
Onni is saying he wants the truth of Reynir, not for Reynir to be what is easiest and most pleasant for him. It's not something that's ever been told to him, before. People wanted him to be cheerful, and helpful, and dumb, and safe, and without complications or rough edges. The Reynir they were used to. The Reynir they could rely on. ]
I'll - remember that.
[ His breath catches when Onni asks if he's hurt him before, heartbeat skipping in sudden emotion. He is halfway to saying no, to insisting that even if Onni had, it wasn't a big deal. But he thinks about what Onni had just said. Thinks back. And gives a tiny shrug. ]
[It's a little surprising to feel how the slight touch of his thumb against the side of Reynir's hand changes the feeling that comes through their Bond. It's almost instant, the way it changes - a tension he hadn't been aware of releasing, like a fist unclenching. It takes his breath away for a moment, the knowledge that such a small gesture can do so much for someone like Reynir.]
I know.
[It sounds a little defensive, and for a moment he's surprised by the feeling. After a few seconds of dwelling on it, he can't work out why it made him feel defensive, and so he lets it go.]
Like I said, I only mean for you not to smile when it isn't real. Smile all you like when you're actually feeling happy.
[He can feel it, that Reynir is close to tears, but he doesn't know why, and so he just squeezes his hand again, lightly. Runs his thumb against the back of it, eyes on Reynir's face.]
There's no point in this, in trying to get to know you if you won't let me know you.
[The moment he says it, he realizes that it's hypocritical. How can he say that when he knows that he himself is shut off from showing people his emotions, can't even let himself cry in front of Reynir. It's just that those things, those parts of him, they're dammed up so tightly because he knows that the moment he allows a single crack to form everything is going to explode out of him. He'll be a wreck, he'll start crying and never stop, he won't be able to move or hold a job or take care of himself in any meaningful way.
It's something he can't do, he can't fall apart. Who would take over caring for him? There's no one. The only person who can take care of him is himself, and it has been for years. What other way is there to be?]
I'm sorry.
[It comes out quietly, an apology both for having hurt Reynir's feelings before, and also for not being able to open up to him. But everything inside him is like a tidal wave pounding against a wall and he can't let it out or it will destroy him.]
Okay. I understand that. But can you tell me what I did, so I can avoid doing it again?
[ That hits home, more than almost any other argument could have. Onni framing it in that way changes everything. Reynir hadn't ever thought of it like that - that by putting on a false cheerful face, hiding what he's feeling, he's denying Onni the chance to know the real him. That Onni wants to get to know him, and Reynir wants that so badly, but it won't really happen if he doesn't let Onni see the messy, ugly things, too.
He nods a few times, face solemn, taking it to heart. He should do better. For Onni's sake. Even if it goes against everything he's taught himself, and been taught, directly or indirectly, by others. ]
You don't need to apologize, Onni! It's - that's not why I brought it up. And no, I can't tell you. Not won't, can't. When that sort of thing happens, I - kind of make myself just forget it, deliberately. As much as possible. And you've never done anything remotely hurtful enough for that to be even a little hard. It's just - little things. Stupid things I should be less sensitive about. Next time it happens... I'll tell you, right away. I promise.
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He opens the door, follows Onni through and shuts it behind him. ]
I know! It's so weird! I mean, I knew it would be, but it's like...
[ What it might be like, however, eludes Reynir's ability to find words, so he just shakes his head, setting a hand against his chest for a moment, to indicate that slight tug, the feeling of presence.
Momentarily, he tries to do what's right. Tries to give Onni space, prove he'd meant what he said about not intruding on him, and doing what he can to maintain boundaries. But the moment that he lets go of Onni, moves away from all contact, he feels that lovely warmth thinning and draining away, and he feels a little lurching twist in his stomach.
So he moves back, taking Onni's arm again and steering the both of them to the couch. He's subtle about it, as they sit, but he keeps their knees pressed together, his shoulder leaning against Onni's as he exhales. ]
Your vows were really, really good, Onni.
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And when they separate, he can feel it, the sudden draining cold, the barrenness of lack of contact that he isn't sure about the origin of, if it comes from Reynir or from himself or somehow from both of them. He doesn't like it any more than Reynir does, though, so he keeps close when Reynir pulls him over to the couch and makes sure their knees and shoulders are still pressed together. For a few moments, Onni stares forward, brow furrowed, feeling a little shellshocked, overwhelmed. It's going to hit him soon, he thinks, how different his life is going to be now, how he's now irrevocably tied to this person sitting beside him, but in the moment he's feeling a bit numb. Numb and raw and vulnerable.
He glances up when Reynir says his vows were really, really good, and exhales a little huff.]
They weren't as...
[He gestures vaguely.]
...effusive as yours.
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Well... of course they weren't, silly.
[ He looks at Onni, a puzzled smile on his face, affection swelling up in his chest. Reynir sighs, amusement and the tiniest bit of fond exasperation in it, and settles his head down onto Onni's shoulder. It's a careful operation, now that he has horns, but he tilts his head so that they aren't in the way, pressing his temple into the warmth of Onni's broad shoulder. ]
You're not an effusive guy. That's not who you are. But that doesn't mean I can't tell, when what you're saying means a lot.
[ And Reynir remembers it, that feeling of certainty he had, down to his bones, that Onni cared about him. The strength of that knowledge is wonderful, and he turns the feeling over and over a few times inside himself. The feeling of knowing he was important to Onni, the honored, frightened, excited feeling when Onni promised to keep on trusting him. Lingers on it, thinking that perhaps, giving Onni this evidence will be more effective than words. ]
I think it's a good thing we did this today. I feel... really good. Like, I think the magic's equalized between us and it was - I hadn't even noticed it 'cause it had been happening so gradually, but. I think I really was starting to need it.
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Yes. You're right. I don't say things that I don't mean.
[It's quiet, and for a moment he just sits there and allows himself to bask in the warmth of that feeling, allows himself to accept that it's real even if he doesn't understand the reasons for it. There's a possibility that Reynir might become aware of that, the tentative, slightly uncertain acceptance and enjoyment of the affection he's projecting, but Onni doesn't let himself dwell on it too much, doesn't want to make himself recoil from the feeling.]
Ah. Yes. I can definitely feel the difference too. That sort of restless feeling is gone, I don't feel like my limbs are shaking.
[A pause, and then somewhat carefully.]
What is it like for you, without the bond?
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[ Reynir lets out a pensive sigh, breath blowing against Onni's neck as he considers. Verbalizing his inner sensations - how it felt to do magic, his certainty about some things in the dream space, his feelings when they were too complex and deep - isn't his strong suit, in some ways. But he tries. ]
...foggy. Sort of like when you haven't had enough sleep, and things aren't lining up right in your head. Everything is still there, but shifted just enough that you... bump into corners where you shouldn't. I- don't really know how to describe it, apart from... a mist, and it's like a breeze came in and cleared it all away. And I hadn't even noticed how hard it was getting to see, until the sun was hitting the ground again.
[ He reaches up, touching those horns, now a few inches longer and beginning to show a distinct curl. Other changes had started, too - little ones, here and there. But thinking about them doesn't make his gut drop, in the same way. ]
It's. Steady now. I feel like me again.
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For me, it was similar to being constantly shocked with electricity, at a sort of low level, and now it's as if I have a lightning rod that makes it easier to channel that energy in the direction I want it to go.
[Glancing down, he sees Reynir brushing fingers against one of his horns. It's strange, how quickly Onni has gotten accustomed to seeing them there, poking out of Reynir's hair, growing slowly.]
You know, those could look worse.
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[ He sighs, turning his face a little to press his cheek harder against Onni's shoulder, quietly reveling at the warmth and solidity of his friend. His... Bond-mate? Bonded?
Reynir remembers something Gon said, about people who are Bonded enjoying contact more with one another. He'd seen this coming, somewhat. But it is even better than he'd expected. A feeling of rightness, and intimacy. ]
Really?
[ Reynir's cheeks feel warm, but his voice is smaller, full of hope. ]
You don't think they're ugly?
[ He knows how it sounds - vain, silly, self-centered. There are so many real things to be worrying about, dangers and uncertainties. At the same time, Reynir's stomach gives a little flop of anticipation and hope. ]
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[The way Reynir presses his face into Onni's shoulder is a little comforting, and even though Onni has never been necessarily averse to being touched or comforted that way, he's enjoying it more than he'd have anticipated. Lifting a hand, he drops it on Reynir's knee and pats it a couple of times in return, exhaling a tired sigh.]
It's good to be free of that.
[When Reynir asks him if he'd really meant it, about the horns, and if he doesn't think they're ugly, Onni snorts.]
Of course. Maybe you do have some memory problems...I just said that I don't say things I don't mean. They're not ugly at all, in fact I think they suit you in a sort of way. I've seen other people with horns here who look terrible, but you're not one of them.
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He hadn't really thought of himself as someone who hid a lot, but he's finding, even after such a short amount of time connected to Onni, that that might have been naive. ]
Welllll, I mean, technically, you said they could look worse. That's not the same as saying they're not-ugly!
[ Reynir is smiling as he says it, and it's audible in his voice even if Onni can't see his face from this angle. Onni doens't think his horns are ugly. He thinks they suit him. Why does that make him so happy? ]
We should - talk more. Set up some ground rules. Like... if I notice you're feeling something, and I ask you about it, and you really, really don't want to talk about it, you've got a- a password, and I have to drop it, no questions asked. Or... some kind of rule about if we end up seeing each other's memories and that.
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Onni suspects that this is going to be a line of thought he's going to be following a lot while he's bonded to Reynir.
For now, he lets it go, to be mulled over later, though there's a chance, he suspects, that Reynir might have felt some of that confusion and the letting go. The next topic that Reynir brings up is something easier to wrap his head around - setting ground rules and ensuring they have some form of boundary despite this situation. Nodding a little, he makes a considering 'hm' in his throat.]
That makes sense. I'd like to be able to say that I can't talk about something. I...
[A pause, and he feels, for a moment, a deep sense of shame about the depth of emotion inside him that he tries to keep hidden inside himself. But there's no point in avoiding it. All of it will be obvious to Reynir one way or another, so it's best to have something in place.]
There are some things that I feel or think about or remember that are very intense. I'm sure you'll notice them. But those things...some of them I just can't talk about. Not now. Maybe not ever.
[A deep breath, and he's glad that Reynir's head is on his shoulder so the younger man can't see his face, can't risk eye contact.]
It would be good to have a way to tell you which things those are.
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Reynir knows, too, that what he is getting is nowhere near as intense as what Onni himself must be feeling, that it is filtered and diluted through the Bond. He lets that discomfort push at him, staying quiet and still and waiting for Onni to keep talking. ]
That's okay. You don't have to. Even if it's not ever.
[ In his mind, when he'd brought this up, he'd planning to crack a joke, lightheartedly tell Onni he wasn't giving him a get-out-of-jail-free card for any troublesome conversation. But he knows now, just from the embarrassed self-disgust Onni feels even broaching the subject, that he won't misuse their arrangement in that way.
So he abandons the idea of the joke and instead turns his mind to solutions. The trick is thinking of a word that will be memorable and distinctive, but not in itself be too upsetting or give that many connotations of emotion or fragility. That way, Onni might not feel quite so ashamed to actually take the out.
After a moment's quiet pondering, Reynir suggests: ]
How about... false asphodel? It's um, it's a kind of plant that grows in Iceland, and it's poisonous. Humans just know not to touch it, but sheep will graze on it without realizing, and it burns their mouths and they spit it out right away. It's something that... it looks harmless, but it's just - better not to touch it.
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It's a relief, and a moment later he registers that probably part of it is because Reynir had seen his past in that memory of Lalli's and that he'd been there when Tuuri had died. That he probably knows where those feelings and thoughts come from, probably knows what memories Onni is visiting when he feels them. For a moment, he misses Tuuri, even in her soft barely tangible bird form, and almost immediately after feeling that, he tries to tamp it down. But the emotion is too big to completely hide, and it leaks through, tinging all his thoughts with sadness.
When Reynir starts talking again, about what word they might use to communicate that something is too much to talk about, it becomes a bit easier to move past the lonely sadness that thinking about Tuuri brings up in him. The mention of a specific plant's name and the reason why it symbolizes what meaning they're interested in attributing to it makes sense, but Onni isn't entirely sure about the usage of it. Making a little hum in his throat, Onni shakes his head.]
So I would just say that to you, is that what you mean? Just the words 'false asphodel' like that? Or would I refer to the emotion or whatever as false asphodel?
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Well, I was thinking, more like... if I'm asking you, 'Hey, Onni, what's up with you feeling super sad right now?' and you say you don't want to get into it, and I say something like, 'Hey I'm your friend and you should open up to me' you can say 'We're done with this, I'm calling false asphodel' or 'you're getting into false asphodel territory' or whatever, and that way I'll know to drop it.
[ Reynir lifts his head, finally, scooting to sit sideways on the couch so he can look at Onni. His knees press against the side of Onni's thigh, and his expression is earnest and stubborn. ]
I... want you to talk to me about stuff. When things are hard. And I - don't want you to underestimate me. You aren't gonna scare me off or hurt me, even if what you need to say is awful. But all of that - it's got limits. I know that. So this way, when it's really important. I'll know.
[ Reynir brightens with a thought, adds: ]
And I can use it, too. 'Cause, y'know. I've- got stuff I don't want to talk about sometimes. It goes both ways.
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Part of him starts to worry, too, about how much of him Reynir is going to be seeing, becoming almost awkwardly aware of every emotion that passes through him and how it might be perceived. Particularly because Reynir's transient emotional spikes all seem to match what he's showing on the outside, and to be overwhelmingly positive - happiness and pride and relief - while Onni knows that his own are the opposite, hidden and negative. It's baffling, how Reynir can be like that when they come from the same world, and thinks in a resigned sort of way, that it must be because he was raised in safety in Iceland, with a good family.]
I don't know that talking about these things will be helpful. There isn't anything I can do about most of them, talking about it will just make me dwell on it and feel helpless.
[He doesn't look at Reynir, even as the younger man sits sideways on the couch and he feels that momentary drop in emotional temperature before Reynir's knees press against his thigh. That last comment earns him a snort, though.]
I find that hard to believe. I can't imagine you hiding anything.
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[ Reynir trails off, feeling a little silly. Onni will probably discount what he's saying, as softness, or nonsense, or both. And maybe it is. There are better examples, ones that had actually made a difference in his life. Maybe he should have used one of them. Talked about how it helped, in his relationships with his siblings, to actually sit down and just... talk about their origins and his. ]
I mean, you and Lalli, you do your magic using poetry, right? For your gods, and to the moon or whatever? So you know words can be powerful. And- and there's something to be said for... having someone understand what you're feeling, and why you're feeling it. It... makes everything a little less lonely.
[ When Onni says he can't imagine Reynir hiding anything, Reynir smiles, not very wide. Remembers, with nauseating clarity, lying to Onni when Tuuri had been bitten. Remembers other times, too. Now and then, when Onni had done something or said something small, that hurt his feelings, and he'd tucked the feeling away, without showing it. The smile doesn't waver, but Onni isn't likely to miss the sudden flash of sadness. ]
I don't hide much. But that's not the same as nothing.
[ Reynir reaches out, tentative, reaching for Onni's hand. He laces their hands together, tucks Onni's hand between both of his. ]
Is this okay? Someone warned me... told me it's good for Bonded people to - have contact when they can. For the flow of the magic, or whatever.
[ Yes, that's definitely the reason. It isn't just that he wanted to hold Onni's hand... ]
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It isn't what he's accustomed to, but he finds himself willing to listen to Reynir talk about it. Whether that's because of the new shared pulse of emotion between them or because he's softening toward Reynir a little, he isn't sure. His points about knowing that words can be powerful because of his work as a mage make sense, and Onni finds himself making a soft 'mhm' of acknowledgement. But...the part about being lonely...]
I've never been lonely. There have always been people around, at least until Tuuri and Lalli left. Even then, there were the other mages.
[And of course, he knows that's probably not what Reynir meant. He can feel that much, from the emotion radiating through their bond, which is still a strange thing to think of. But he doesn't know how to express what's going on in his mind, and can't approach the feeling inside of him that feels empty and alone. It's too close to his grief over Tuuri, the grief that keeps hitting him harder and harder now that he's separated even from her soul in that soft, bright bird form.
A moment later, he feels a flash of sadness from Reynir, and he blinks, looking over at him, blinking a little. He isn't sure why that sadness took him so much by surprise, wonders for a moment if it isn't because he's always thought of Reynir as someone who's happy most of the time, or at least optimistic and upbeat. Of course, he's seen him upset, afraid, even in pain, but still he registers in Onni's mind as someone too soft and too happy to have a lot of hidden regrets or worries.
Maybe he was wrong.
For a moment, he just watches Reynir, feeling the little surge of sadness but still smiling just a little, then reaching out to take his hand. There's something very soft about the way he laces their fingers together, and Onni's eyes flick down to look at that, at the way their hands twine together. He feels strange about it, but he doesn't pull away, just lifts his gaze and pins Reynir with it, meeting his eyes.]
It's fine.
[A pause, and then he speaks again, his voice just a hair softer than usual despite how straightforward his question is.]
What do you hide?
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He sighs, scooting a tiny amount closer to Onni, solid and warm and so comforting for it. ]
You can be lonely with people around.
[ Reynir could say more, explain that none of those people had been looking out for Onni, as far as he could tell, caring for him rather than being cared for by him. There might have been routine, and the companionship of seeing the same faces every day, but Reynir knows from experience it's not the same as having a friend, someone to confide in and rely on. After all, he'd managed to feel lonely plenty in his life, despite the small, close-knit community he grew up in.
But he doesn't poke holes in Onni's reply. He just lets those words sit between them for a space. Maybe, after a while, Onni will be able to see the difference, look back and recognize his loneliness in hindsight. ]
I guess it would be pretty hypocritical of me to say I would rather not talk about it, huh?
[ As jokes go, it's a fairly weak one, and even as he makes it, Reynir knows it's just a continuation, of that small smile, of the hiding in general. It's so much easier for him, to make light, to obfuscate with cheerfulness and humor, instead of speaking directly, plainly. Speaking the way Onni speaks.
He drops his gaze to where Onni's hand is held between his, and gives a shrug that Onni will feel rather than see. ]
I don't really like people to know it, when they've hurt my feelings, or I'm feeling angry or- not very happy with myself, or that kind of thing. I know all of that is... normal, and there's nothing wrong with it, but I guess I kind of. I feel like it's my job, to keep morale up, and stay positive and cheerful. Even when I'm not - totally feeling it.
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It isn't that he didn't think he was lonely before. It's just that he can't think about being lonely right now, he can't. Because if he starts to think about that, about the emptiness in his life, he's going to start crying and never stop, and that's something he can't tolerate. But he still feels the wash of grief again, overwhelming to the point it makes his ears ring, when Reynir mentions being alone and surrounded by people at the same time.
Pushing it down takes effort, switching his attention takes effort, but he manages it, and makes a little snort of almost-laughter when Reynir says it would be hypocritical of him to say he doesn't want to talk about it. Nodding, Onni keeps quiet while Reynir works up to it, looking down at their twined hands. Without thinking, because he can feel the echoes of Reynir's sadness and his desire to hide this behind smiles, he rubs his thumb against the back of Reynir's hand where his thumb connects to his palm. What Reynir reveals isn't exactly surprising, now that Onni's given it some thought - he hides it when people hurt his feelings or when he's feeling negative because it's his job to keep morale up.
Onni makes a soft snort at that.]
Well, don't feel obligated to try to keep my morale up! There's no use in it anyway. I'd rather know what you're really thinking or feeling than have you smiling all the time. I'm used to you smiling, but if it's not real then there's no point in it.
[Lifting his head, he looks over at Reynir, his mouth pursed a little.]
I've hurt your feelings before, haven't I? You can yell at me about it now, if you want.
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Reynir sighs. ]
It's real most of the time.
[ The objection sounded a lot better in his head, before he said it out loud. He huffs a soft laugh, an edge of sadness in it, and gives a silent nod, feeling his eyes swimming, welling with sudden, hot tears. He blinks them back right away, and if it weren't for the Bond, he thinks Onni wouldn't have noticed. But connected as they are, there's no hiding how close to the nerve that hit.
Onni is saying he wants the truth of Reynir, not for Reynir to be what is easiest and most pleasant for him. It's not something that's ever been told to him, before. People wanted him to be cheerful, and helpful, and dumb, and safe, and without complications or rough edges. The Reynir they were used to. The Reynir they could rely on. ]
I'll - remember that.
[ His breath catches when Onni asks if he's hurt him before, heartbeat skipping in sudden emotion. He is halfway to saying no, to insisting that even if Onni had, it wasn't a big deal. But he thinks about what Onni had just said. Thinks back. And gives a tiny shrug. ]
Not - well, I mean. A few times, I guess.
[ He exhales shakily, and adds: ]
I don't want to yell at you, Onni. I'm not angry.
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I know.
[It sounds a little defensive, and for a moment he's surprised by the feeling. After a few seconds of dwelling on it, he can't work out why it made him feel defensive, and so he lets it go.]
Like I said, I only mean for you not to smile when it isn't real. Smile all you like when you're actually feeling happy.
[He can feel it, that Reynir is close to tears, but he doesn't know why, and so he just squeezes his hand again, lightly. Runs his thumb against the back of it, eyes on Reynir's face.]
There's no point in this, in trying to get to know you if you won't let me know you.
[The moment he says it, he realizes that it's hypocritical. How can he say that when he knows that he himself is shut off from showing people his emotions, can't even let himself cry in front of Reynir. It's just that those things, those parts of him, they're dammed up so tightly because he knows that the moment he allows a single crack to form everything is going to explode out of him. He'll be a wreck, he'll start crying and never stop, he won't be able to move or hold a job or take care of himself in any meaningful way.
It's something he can't do, he can't fall apart. Who would take over caring for him? There's no one. The only person who can take care of him is himself, and it has been for years. What other way is there to be?]
I'm sorry.
[It comes out quietly, an apology both for having hurt Reynir's feelings before, and also for not being able to open up to him. But everything inside him is like a tidal wave pounding against a wall and he can't let it out or it will destroy him.]
Okay. I understand that. But can you tell me what I did, so I can avoid doing it again?
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He nods a few times, face solemn, taking it to heart. He should do better. For Onni's sake. Even if it goes against everything he's taught himself, and been taught, directly or indirectly, by others. ]
You don't need to apologize, Onni! It's - that's not why I brought it up. And no, I can't tell you. Not won't, can't. When that sort of thing happens, I - kind of make myself just forget it, deliberately. As much as possible. And you've never done anything remotely hurtful enough for that to be even a little hard. It's just - little things. Stupid things I should be less sensitive about. Next time it happens... I'll tell you, right away. I promise.