[ The words themselves might sound like an exaggeration, but Reynir's voice is wholly sincere. It's the sort of effusive, silly, fawning comment that he might have filtered out on a different night, but not now. He moves closer still to Onni, twining their arms close and linking their fingers. It's easy enough to nestle his head against Onni's shoulder as the walk, though Reynir knows he won't be able to keep it up for too long without making his neck sore. There are occasional disadvantages, to being so much taller. ]
Thank you for saying yes!
[ Reynir thinks that perhaps he had been slightly overestimating his increased alcohol tolerance - or whatever year or batch or whatever of mead they'd just had is particularly strong. He is beginning to feel floaty and warm; that manic fervor has settled just enough to be a pleasant buzz through his limbs, rather than a feeling like he's about to vibrate out of his own skin. ]
Feels good. Being around other Fauns. Being out on the full moon.
[ With a sigh that is bordering close on sappy, he adds: ]
no subject
[ The words themselves might sound like an exaggeration, but Reynir's voice is wholly sincere. It's the sort of effusive, silly, fawning comment that he might have filtered out on a different night, but not now. He moves closer still to Onni, twining their arms close and linking their fingers. It's easy enough to nestle his head against Onni's shoulder as the walk, though Reynir knows he won't be able to keep it up for too long without making his neck sore. There are occasional disadvantages, to being so much taller. ]
Thank you for saying yes!
[ Reynir thinks that perhaps he had been slightly overestimating his increased alcohol tolerance - or whatever year or batch or whatever of mead they'd just had is particularly strong. He is beginning to feel floaty and warm; that manic fervor has settled just enough to be a pleasant buzz through his limbs, rather than a feeling like he's about to vibrate out of his own skin. ]
Feels good. Being around other Fauns. Being out on the full moon.
[ With a sigh that is bordering close on sappy, he adds: ]
Being with you.