🌲 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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[for8000amonth]

[ Adelis, admittedly, can see how the reaction clearly doesn't settle well with Mishka himself- and maybe he finds that a bit irritating, that Trahearne is having such a dramatic reaction to it. He has his own gripes, yes, but he's acting like it's bloody terrible- and while Adelis would say so himself, it's not like he believes it.

He is not expecting the touch, tensing up at the sheer intensity of the stare that bores into him, but there is something reassuring in the blaze. Perhaps this makes him just as ill, when he thinks about it. ]

...I would not expect any less.

[ The jealousy, he finds, stems less from the idea of Mishka liking another, and more the sheer difference between them. He and Trahearne could not be more opposite, with the other having an pleasant countenance and loving adoration he could not mimic if he tried, nor would he want to. It makes him uncomfortable to think that despite everything, part of him is not enough.

But he shoves it down and lets the deep swallow it, because that is always more convenient.

And then Syrlya begins speaking, and he finds his own lips pursing again, if only because that's...very true. Adelis himself denied whatever inkling he had out of anger for the first long while, but even he wasn't as bad as a certain someone else. Still, there is a part that makes him pause- ]

You two did what.

[ They talked?? About him and Trahearne?? Hells, it had better not have been in public, he's not ready for that kind of embarrassment, eyebrows twitching despite his best efforts. (Un)Luckily, he's offered ample distraction in the form of Syrlya promptly batting the ball right back in his court, and by the look on his face, he's clearly not happy about it.

There is a moment of silence as his gaze shifts elsewhere, crossing his arms across his chest like Mishka had done moments ago, not meeting the smile. Would that he could teleport out the bloody window... ]

...'Trying'. Not thinking of doing it to begin with should be rather bloody obvious. [ As they've said. But right, of course that's not what needs to be said. ] ...My feelings stem little from the feelings themselves, and more the decisions being made about them. I've little interest in breaking anything off, as I'm sure most here do, for the sake of a lack of communication. That will do nobody here any favors.

[ For somebody who can be so charismatic, it sure feels like prying the words out of him is a desperate struggle. His gaze flickers to Trahearne's pathetic-ass form, and then to Mishka. ]

...I was more frustrated by being blindsided by it, if only due to certain events that lead up to us. [ You know. Mishka being a complete fucking asshole. A pointed look. ] Especially considering the stark differences between me and him. Had the Fall season not been so difficult, it likely would not have surprised me so much.