how long has it been?

[small_magics]

Isibel's beloveds are home. And they are with her. And they are quite undisturbed.

Anyone who could not guess the ensuing events would not know them very well.

She has spent over a sennight, now, with them, entangled and sleepless and so very, very glad to have them again.

It is during a lull in the proceedings - if it can really be called that, when they are sandwiched around her, Ansharil in one of his humanoid shapes, Aianon with his wings wrapping them all up in a bundle - when it occurs to her that Lycaelon was promised a kiss, once, years ago.

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[endragoned]

Aianon hugs him.

[small_magics]

"If these are small enough doses, then if you continue staring at my beloved now, we might have to become presentable for Lazarus sooner than I would prefer," remarks Isibel.

[endragoned]

"You could collect your kiss now and come back later," Aianon suggests.

[wildlymagical]

Lycaelon laughs, reaching up without opening his eyes to locate Aianon's face and pull it down for a kiss.

Mmmm. Kiss.

[endragoned]

Mmmm.

[wildlymagical]

"I don't know how small," he says, when there has been enough kiss. "I've never bonded with a dragon before."

[small_magics]

"It is like falling," murmurs Isibel.

[wildlymagical]

He shivers, leaning his face against Aianon's chest.

"What else is it like?"

[endragoned]

"Like always knowing the person you love is there, even when they are far away," says Aianon.

[wildlymagical]

He shivers again.

[small_magics]

"I was afraid. I'm sure it's different if you aren't afraid."

[wildlymagical]

"Yeah, maybe," he says. "I don't do too well with people being there all the time."

[endragoned]

"There are not very many of us," Aianon reminds him, "and we will love you very much. And we can go as far away as you want."

[wildlymagical]

Lycaelon thinks. He leans on Aianon while he does it. Aianon is very comfortable to lean on.

[small_magics]

Very comfy. Isibel is still snuggling Ansharil. "I will be a bit at arm's length," she clarifies. "Co-bonded are not always so close. But I already like you very much."

[wildlymagical]

"If I didn't like you both very much, I would be gone already," he laughs.

[small_magics]

"Naturally."

[wildlymagical]

He snuggles Aianon. Snuggly, snuggly Aianon. Aianon who made this amazing island, and all those things on Saturn...

"I don't want to do it unless I know you're all okay with it, though," he says.

[small_magics]

"I would need to think about it. And in the meantime I might like to have Aianon back." She pauses, tilts her head. "Pattern has left me a message, recommending time-dilation, so you might not need to wait long."

[wildlymagical]

He laughs.

"Okay," he says, and kisses Aianon again, and teleports away.

[endragoned]

Aianon unmakes the chair he made for Lycaelon and pounces on his loves.

[small_magics]

Ooh! Pouncing!

(And before she forgets a quick time-dilation wish -)

[endragoned]

Mmm. Pouncing. There is already magic in place to ensure that his sharp parts do not harm Isibel, and Ansharil of course is very fond of those sharp parts and would not dream of banning them from his person.

[small_magics]

Personalized sharpness enjoyment for everyone!

[endragoned]

Yes. That.