Mm. I suppose I sound like that sometimes in dreams.
[Shifting against the couch, he settles again after a moment. Realizes idly that his legs are a bit cold, where they're not touching Reynir, thinks that maybe Reynir is still cold, even if he's not really covered up anymore, just lying against Onni. So he reaches down, pulls his cloak up over the both of them, and then settles back into the couch.]
Usually, I only mean to sound that way when I'm singing the runo, when it's important. Otherwise it gives away too much of what I'm thinking and how I think it.
[Unintentionally, he's doing the same thing now, admitting that the way he'd spoken just now is partly how he thinks on a regular basis. But he's distracted from that by Reynir saying he's an expert in this kind of thing.]
[ Reynir sighs his contentment as Onni covers them both in his cloak. This is so good. It's nearly, nearly perfect. The only thing that is missing is...
He uses one of those very long limbs of his, reaching over to the little low table and grabbing that basket of cinnamon buns, setting it on the floor by the couch and sitting up only enough to propping his weight on one elbow on the couch, so he can take a huge bite from one and contentedly chew it. Oh, Klaus was so right. This stuff does make you hungry. Without seeming to think it is weird at all, Reynir offers Onni the other half of the still-warm bun he'd just bitten into. He's all about sharing. He'll even feed it to Onni so he doesn't have to move, if he wants. You know, like friends do! ]
Well, it turns out what you're thinking and how you think it is really beautiful if you ask me.
[ It wasn't just that Onni was complimenting his hair but the way he'd done it. Those beautiful images that live in his mind, apparently. Reynir wishes there were something he could do to make Onni feel like it wouldn't be giving away too much, to just let him see that side. ]
Mmm. Voices. Anybody's. I like them in general and I pay attention to them and yours is a really good one. You just gotta trust me. Why would I lie about this?
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[Shifting against the couch, he settles again after a moment. Realizes idly that his legs are a bit cold, where they're not touching Reynir, thinks that maybe Reynir is still cold, even if he's not really covered up anymore, just lying against Onni. So he reaches down, pulls his cloak up over the both of them, and then settles back into the couch.]
Usually, I only mean to sound that way when I'm singing the runo, when it's important. Otherwise it gives away too much of what I'm thinking and how I think it.
[Unintentionally, he's doing the same thing now, admitting that the way he'd spoken just now is partly how he thinks on a regular basis. But he's distracted from that by Reynir saying he's an expert in this kind of thing.]
An expert at what? Mens' voices?
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He uses one of those very long limbs of his, reaching over to the little low table and grabbing that basket of cinnamon buns, setting it on the floor by the couch and sitting up only enough to propping his weight on one elbow on the couch, so he can take a huge bite from one and contentedly chew it. Oh, Klaus was so right. This stuff does make you hungry. Without seeming to think it is weird at all, Reynir offers Onni the other half of the still-warm bun he'd just bitten into. He's all about sharing. He'll even feed it to Onni so he doesn't have to move, if he wants. You know, like friends do! ]
Well, it turns out what you're thinking and how you think it is really beautiful if you ask me.
[ It wasn't just that Onni was complimenting his hair but the way he'd done it. Those beautiful images that live in his mind, apparently. Reynir wishes there were something he could do to make Onni feel like it wouldn't be giving away too much, to just let him see that side. ]
Mmm. Voices. Anybody's. I like them in general and I pay attention to them and yours is a really good one. You just gotta trust me. Why would I lie about this?