Noel looked up gratefully at Brynjar as they walked together through the garden. It had been a while since he had thought of Gil. He had truly loved the man, a simple mortal on an island of mystical beings. His son, one of the many who had suddenly displayed signs of magic and, was brought to the island by scouts. His father, Gil, choosing to follow than abandon his son. Something that had captured Noel's interest and later his heart.
"Thank you, Brynjar," Noel said softly, "I know, and you are right to love another is never bad. I just wish we had had a bit more time, or he had had a bit more time..." he confessed. Time was something he had, and as a god sometimes took for granted, except when it affected others like it had his lover. His first wife, Aslog, had also been a mortal, and that had ended badly. The pain of it still haunted him today.
Staring up at Brynjar, Noel found himself slightly captivated by him, his gentleness, his warmth and kindness, and the idea that Noel might lose that somehow caused him great pain. He wasn't sure how Brynjar felt, but he did know his own feelings. Millenia of living and loving had not jaded Noel, in fact, it made him realise how precious things were.
"Brynjar," Noel started slowly, almost hesitantly, not even sure how to say what he wanted to say, "I.. I'd very much like to make you happy if you'd let me," he said quietly as he looked at the handsome young man before him, not quite sure how he'd react.