🌲 winter catchall 🌲

[pactmarshal]

❄️ WHO: Trahearne & u baby!
❄️ WHAT: closed starters for winter
❄️ WHEN: all throughout winter
❄️ WHERE: all over the island
❄️ WARNINGS: to be added in thread headers (definitely nsfw)

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[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne lifts Syrlya's hand, the one with the ring, and gently places a kiss to his ringed finger. His eyes raise, settle on Syrlya, and-- ]

--Oh, that's right. One last thing.

[ He lets his hands slip from Syrlya's as he turns to collect the rest of the contents of the bag. He produces from it a small, see-through package--in it is a small stack of deep purple velvet trays in various sizes--and hands it to Syrlya. ]

These go with the box. You're free to arrange them how you like.

[chronosynthesis]

Hm? [Oh, he understands when he sees them. It's a modular box.

He takes the separators, turning them in his hands before tucking them into the box.] I will use this for my most important treasures.

[Meaning his jewelry. He doesn't have much.]

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne watches Syrlya take the trays fondly, and his smile widens when he mentions his intentions with the box. It's nice knowing he sees use in it.

His chest hurts. He's adorable. ]

I'm glad.

[ He leans over, fingers reaching up to gently press against the back of his neck as he plants a light kiss on Syrlya's cheek. ]

I look forward to a new life together with you at home in Tyria, Syrlya.

[ He leans back, flashes him a smile, and goes back to his pie. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya smiles warmingly... though it twitches with amusement as Trahearne says that and then immediately goes back to his pie. Is this getting comfortable with each other?

He closes the box and sets it aside, scooting over to leans against Trahearne's side as he grabs his own plate again.]