[When Reynir leans in and presses their foreheads together, Onni presses back, his eyes sinking shut, and accepts the comfort of it. There's something about the gesture that's grounding, gives him something to anchor himself to in the tumultuous cacophony of his own emotions. Swallowing hard again, he lets the gratitude for that gesture flow through the Bond, because this is something he hasn't felt in a very long time, this comfort and security. Head swimming, he pulls back when Reynir does, and takes a long pull from his glass as Reynir tosses his own back.
While Reynir pulls the pipes to his face again, Onni keeps drinking, listening to the Icelandic song Reynir is sharing, something from his own childhood and the place he'd grown up. The song is bright and cheerful and lilting, he can tell that he'll wake up with it in his head for the next few days. Everything about it reminds him of Reynir, and he watches as Reynir's eyes go fever-bright again with that manic full-moon energy, his body moving to the beat, nearly dancing as he plays.
Onni watches him, his heart still full of that happiness and gratitude, and the grief slowly falls away as he watches, rapt. When Reynir finishes, he smiles a slow, small, crooked smile at Reynir.]
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While Reynir pulls the pipes to his face again, Onni keeps drinking, listening to the Icelandic song Reynir is sharing, something from his own childhood and the place he'd grown up. The song is bright and cheerful and lilting, he can tell that he'll wake up with it in his head for the next few days. Everything about it reminds him of Reynir, and he watches as Reynir's eyes go fever-bright again with that manic full-moon energy, his body moving to the beat, nearly dancing as he plays.
Onni watches him, his heart still full of that happiness and gratitude, and the grief slowly falls away as he watches, rapt. When Reynir finishes, he smiles a slow, small, crooked smile at Reynir.]
I like it.