crescentview | FALL CATCH-ALL

[He's a little bit of a mess when he comes through the door, wiping at his forehead with one of arms as his gloves are discarded. But alas, so goes working with the dirt. Being on farming duty the entire day was always an exhausting slog, but at least he was afforded some time for breaks.

Seeing that Syr's made it home, Otegine gives him a half wave as he kicks his shoes off at the front door.]

Hey, welcome home. Did you get all those errands of yours finished up okay?

Oh, yes. [Don't look at the dishes in the sink that weren't done.

Syrlya clasps his hands behind his back as he comes around.]

In fact, you're just in time. [He's been waiting for an hour.] I have something to show you.

Mmn?

[His attention is properly piqued, even as he grabs a washcloth from inside the bathroom to wipe off his hands and his face.]

Sure, uh... what did you find? Did someone go and send you home with more food again?

No, no, not this time. [Hm, does that happen that often...? He hadn't thought about it.]

Actually... in the spirit of the season [Task board] I've a gift for you. You've been a wonderful roommate and a friend, so I wanted to show my appreciation for how hard you've worked properly.

[He likes surprise food, it's fine.

His entire expressionwidens in genuine surprise.]

...Eh?

..

W-wait, for me? Are you sure?

[He hasn't been THAT good at all this, has he???]

[Syrlya chuckles.] Yes, for you. You don't need to be so surprised.

Oh. Sorry, I... [He clears his throat, dipping his head apologetically.] I wasn't expecting anything, that's all...

...

Thank you. I'm... glad to have been useful to someone like you.

You've been a friend to me. [Emphasis his, because he wants Otegine to understand his own feelings just as well.

He reaches for Otegine's hand, to lead him to their bedroom. He pushes open the door and steps aside, letting Otegine free to look and wander around the room.

Not that he has to look far to find it, against the wall near his bed. A wooden stand, with intricate carvings creating an elegant texture, the arms designed to perfectly hold a twelve-foot spear (give or take an inch). A spear such as Otegine.]

[It takes him a minute, because he's never truly been the most observant at the best of times. But it's obvious when the Touken does finally catch eye of the new piece in the room, growing very still.

A silent and almost longing look is cast briefly towards Syrlya, so very much like a child. That's... for him?]

Edited (WRONG ICON BETTER ICON SLAPS THIS UP) 2023-02-22 03:34 (UTC)

[He stumbles across the room to get a better look. The length of it... his hands run against the arms, pressing down, feeling the sturdy weight and refusal to give...

He hasn't had a stand for himself, his real self, the entire time he's been at the farm. Being confined to closets and floors and the only free parts of high enough ceilings had to get him by. And And Syrlya...

Where... where in the world did he get this? Did he MAKE this?

For him?

...

It's like it comes out of thin air from the ceiling, the sakura petals that slowly drift down as Otegine draws in a shaking exhale, turning back to Syrlya with a faint flush across his face and ears, looking so deeply touched that he might seem overwhelmed... because he is.]

Syr...

[His mouth opens, then closes, his throat tight. The blossoms merely increase, and he drops to his knees, immediately pressing his forehead and hands to the floor. Syrlya's gonna have plenty to say about it, but for now, Otegine doesn't care. The most comfortable method of showing such overwhelming gratitude is the one that, ultimately, leaves him as close to the ground as possible in their debt.]

Thank you... t-thank you...

[Oh, Otegine...

The flowers petals are unexpected, but ultimately Syrlya just accepts them as they are. He drops to his knees, waiting patiently for the moment that Otegine pulls himself out of his bow before he tries to draw him into an embrace.]

You're welcome.

[There's a startled noise as he's pulled into the sylvari's arms. But the tension dissipates quickly, Otegine bringing his arms up to grasp Syr's shoulders, a momentary bury of his face out of sight.

It... feels really nice, he thinks... to be embraced by another you care about, and who cares about you.]

[Well, then Syrlya will hold him a while longer. Until Otegine makes the move to pull back. And when he does, and Syrlya lowers his arms, he offers a warm smile.]

[Thankfully, he doesn't draw it out too horribly long. His face is still colored when he finally draws away, clearing his throat.]

S-sorry, sorry...

Where did you even find this? It's beautiful...

Edited 2023-02-22 06:14 (UTC)

I had it commissioned by the carpenter. For a bingo square, he was willing to accommodate a custom piece of furniture.

[So, he didn't make it himself. But he did ensure it was something designed just for Otegine.]

No wonder...

[Just catch him looking dreamily back at it for a second.... sugoi...]

Ah, hold on... let me go get the polearm, we'll see how it holds... [He starts to rise to his feet, but then stops with a sudden light to his eyes as he remembers something.

Both hands are firmly planted on Syr's shoulders.] Ah -- wait, wait, stay right there, okay?? Stay put, I have something for you as well.

[Syrlya blinks rapidly with surprise at the topic shift to him.] Oh, all right.

[He nods at the confirmation and rushes out of the room. The polearm isn't the issue - he knows exactly where that is! But he'd put aside his own gift for after the cruise, and a good opportunity had just never come up...

Anyway, back he comes soon enough, something tucked into one of his hands as he ducks the spear under the doorway. Unruly thing that it is, he never keeps it in the bedroom for both their sakes.

The weapon is flipped, perfectly parallel to the floor, a deep exhale from the Touken as he brings the handguard against the arms and settles the weight of the weapon down. That it doesn't budge just cements how well-made this whole piece must be...]

...I feel kind of bad, to be honest. I wish I had some this grand to give you in return.

[Ah, but he's getting ahead of himself. Back to his knees he goes, holding out a small item carefully wrapped in cloth.]

I've been holding onto this for a week or so now. It felt... better, if things calmed down a bit first.

[Syrlya smiles as he sees Otegine rest his spear upon the stand--perhaps, holding his breath a little in hope that it holds. But it is expert craftsmanship, and hold stable and straight.]

I'm sure whatever it is, is enough. [He takes it gingerly, carefully unwrapping the cloth like it is a precious treasure.]

[It's a small leather pouch, filled but flattened and tied off at the top in a complicated knot. It's a little messy, not done with a craftsman's hand for any part of it. The knot is slightly askew, the symbols don't all line up straight. But at least some considerable care has been taken to the etchings of kanji on the front and back, of the odd circular symbol near the top.]

We call them omamori where I'm from. A charm from the gods, to bless someone through their year. Keep it closed, and on your person. [A slight bow of his head.] This one is for "katsumori", or a request for victory in whatever you choose to pursue.

....

I know there isn't much I can offer in comparison to many other gods. My place in this world is a simple one, and I don't have power or divinity to really bless anything. But...

I still... hope that a god's prayers can follow you, Syrlya, wherever you need. If not as a god, then just... as a friend that wants the best for you.

[Syrlya's fingers trace over the design as he turns it over. There's something beautiful in the imperfects, the evidence of Otegine's own hand and his will put into it. Even if it isn't magical...

He straightens up, so that he can carefully tuck it within his sash, afixing it by the tie for extra security.]

Thank you, Otegine. Your inspiration means much to me, and I will carry it always.

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