“It’s ok… it’s ok. Sometimes its better not to remember… and you know the best parts… you know the best parts and it’s all that matters.” He kissed the boil softly, pressing his lips against Llyr’s before guiding his hand.
“Start… here… its tradition. You could go the other way, but it… there is tradition.”
He pushed the smooth stone against his own side to make Llyr follow along and touched Llyr in return, tickling his fingers against the taller boil’s side.
“Then… this way…” his fingers danced. Up and over, teasing and tickling as though the matter were far less serious than it was.
“… Then…well.” He hesitated… taking more breaths. “You…take the heart…or the core. Depends… depends on how far you have to go.” He whispered.
“… just like that… You’re supposed…to take the heart still beating, it’s like a bird they say.” He whispered.
“… but I’m not sure about the core.” He nuzzled the taller boil and tried not to think about what he was teaching him.
“… would you like me to teach you something nicer?”
