🌲 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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[yourlenore]

( Even Mishka can tell Trahearne is stressed. He gets it. He's in the middle of a tiff with his partner about infidelity and feelings, and now he has to deal with Mishka's feelings. It's fine. It makes sense Trahearne isn't happy.

Just, you know, that's never the reaction a person wants to get from the person they may have feelings for after implying one has feelings for them. Mishka's eyebrows furrow, and his lips purse. He wonders if Trahearne feels betrayed, somehow. It's fine. He gets it. Mishka wouldn't want himself to like him, either.

Honestly speaking, he isn't really even sure if Adelis is happy about being with him, either. If he had a choice to alter his feelings, would he?

He narrows his eyes very slightly at Adelis, and he is quiet for a moment. )

... If that is what you want.

( Mishka does think they should talk about this whole thing with Syrlya and Trahearne and Adelis, because it's directly making Adelis sad, but he doesn't understand what putting this out in the open will do. Syrlya knows and is secure in his relationship, and Trahearne didn't know and was happier in the moments leading up to it than he is now. And Adelis... isn't going to be convinced of Mishka's faith just because Mishka is confessing it aloud.

But, fine. Mishka asked Adelis what he wanted him to do, and Adelis wants him to publicize it explicitly. He considers this a cruel ask, but he allows it because he has been quite cruel to Adelis in recent history.

He sighs, pulling his arms apart. )

... I don't know when it started, but I began, at some point, to have these fond feelings for Trahearne.

( He holds Adelis's gaze for some moments, before he takes up his jaw in his hand, and leans in, their mouths that much closer, his pupil's fixed on Adelis's own. In his gaze is strangely not a chilling ice, but a blazing, bestial obsession. )

Blood does not convince you, action does not convince you, and I doubt words will, either. But if you could know my mind, you would know I think of you enough to suffocate.

Ours was never a relationship of trust. But if you ever pull from me because you doubt me, then I will chase you without relent, until there is only the two of us, at the far ledge of the world.

( And he lets those words hang there like a haze before his fingers slip away, and he turns his gaze toward Trahearne (and, given he's Trahearne's neighbor, somewhat Syrlya)— his look settles into a sort of resignation, neither hot, nor cold. )