FALL CATCH-ALL

[chronosynthesis]

WHO: Syrlya and You (Closed Prompts)
WHAT: The Fall Catch-All
WHEN: All Fall Baby
WHERE: Wherever we need (on the island or a boat)
WARNINGS: NSFW marked below

((Plan With Me: Plot Comment #1 | EVENT ONE OPEN POST))

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[pactmarshal]

[ He'll take that "all right" for now, but makes a mental note to keep an eye on him.

He gives a sheepish smile. ]

They took me by surprise, I have to say. It was...an odd experience being in your body.

[chronosynthesis]

What, was it hard to not be so tall as usual? [His expression twists with amusement.]

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne chuckles. He'll take that. ]

And to hear your voice coming out of my mouth. --Your mouth, I suppose.

[chronosynthesis]

Mm. That was a little odd when I--[As he speaks, a hollow plastic folding table descends from the sky bounces off his head.

He staggers, bewildered.]

[pactmarshal]

[ The fall and the impact are both so sudden, Trahearne leaps back a few paces in shock. He looks blankly at the table--on the ground, luckily not crushing any crops--for a moment before it registers what happened. ]

Syrlya!

[ He rushes back to grasp him by the shoulders and steady him, looking over him in concern. ]

What was that? Are you all right?!

[chronosynthesis]

I-I'm fine. [He rubs his head, staring down at the table.] Where do these keep coming from?

[pactmarshal]

[ He brushes a hand over the top of his head, more of a comforting gesture than anything.

And looks to the table. ]

This has happened to you before?

[chronosynthesis]

Yes. [He glares at the folding table like it, personally, is responsible for this affront.]

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne's frown deepens as he steps away from Syrlya and to the table. He stoops to pick it up--at least it isn't all that heavy. ]

What did you do with the last one?

[chronosynthesis]

I just left it. [He wasn't about to haul it back to the farm after it had the audacity of falling on him.]

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne hums as he adjusts the table in his hands. Blasted thing... ]

I'll put this away and make sure it doesn't bother you anymore.

[ No telling if it was the same table, but. Hey, free table. They're not far from the stable anyway, so he begins to stride in that direction to put it away. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Free table...

Syrlya drops his hand from his head as they start to walk again, eyeing the table.

And then he looks up and realizes where they're going.] I didn't realize you had animals this way.

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne glances back with a little smile. ]

They are a recent addition, and a bit of an...adjustment on my part. But Kaspar has been helping me acclimate to them.

[ Horses are weird and it turns out he likes them!

Trahearne pushes open the door to the little barn, and out from their stalls peek two horses. The brown one snorts, content when she sees Trahearne. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya stops a respectful distance from the stable.] Oh. You have horses?

[pactmarshal]

We do.

[ Trahearne places the table to the side inside the barn, and strides over to the brown horse to scratch her on the nose.

There's a bright smile on his face when he turns around to look at Syrlya. ]

I call her Dwynwen. Come say hello.

[chronosynthesis]

[...] Well, hello.

[He is not getting in arm's distance, however. In fact, he folds them to his chest.]

[pactmarshal]

[ He chuckles. ]

It's all right. She's well-behaved. [ Scratches her nose! What a funny animal. ] Horses are fascinating creatures, but they don't bite.

[chronosynthesis]

Oh they certainly do. [Which is why he is not getting closer.] I hope you are mindful of your fingers before it decides to make you its next snack.

[pactmarshal]

[ "It"? How rude, Syrlya! ]

She would never do that. [ Spoken with all the confidence in the world. Trahearne turns to his horse again, who turns to him. ] You would never do that, would you?

[ And she retreats, back into her stall. Dwynwen doesn't seem keen on saying hi, either, so Trahearne only gives a slight shrug and starts walking back towards Syrlya. ]

You've been bitten?

[chronosynthesis]

I was near balded by one if I hadn't hadn't backed away in time. Otegine doesn't particularly trust them either and I see why.

[pactmarshal]

[ As Trahearne comes back to Syrlya, he eyes his hair with concern, and reaches to run a hand over the top of his head, as though making doubly sure his head is okay. Also he just likes touching him. ]

...Quite a lot of things seem to have it in for you.

[ Tables... Horses... ]

[chronosynthesis]

I can't imagine why. This isn't Tyria. [He's innocent here!!]

[pactmarshal]

[ After a second, Trahearne's hand drops from his head to cup his cheek. He chuckles, and there's a tease in his eye. ]

Then perhaps it's in your nature. And not about Tyria specifically.

[ attracting trouble... ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya raises a brow.] And what sort of nature is that?

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne's grin widens, but he doesn't say anything.

Instead, he leans forward and gently presses his lips to Syrlya's.

Syrlya is very cute. ]