🌲 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]

[ Yeah. That's- yeah. Adelis is about having the same thought process as Syrlya, or perhaps, the absolute lack of one. There's a lot to take in when you jump from the current Point A to Point B, and he's frozen in his seat, look of disbelief plastered on his face as only his eyes dart between the two of them. Had they actually, seriously, been eyeballing each other that long.

...If it was before the beach, he may have to stab Mishka later. Just a little bit. Less from jealousy and more from the audacity.'Fallen for him' is a big leap from 'having a fancy'. Maybe he had the slightest suspicions during the bodyswap, but you know, not to this extent.

And then Mishka turns around and speaks to him, and he finds himself freezing in disbelief.

What. What? ]

...What the hells are you talking about.

[ His gaze jumps from Mishka to Syrlya, utterly bewildered, trying to ignore the way the tint crawls further down his ears. He doesn't- he doesn't have feelings for Syrlya. Is that what he's implying? Is that what he thinks? Certainly, he had gotten...quieter, and more withdrawn when they had stopped talking, but considering he had few other people he talked to frequently, that was normal. As was missing him, loathe as he is to admit it.

And it's not like the way Syrlya speaks to him and compliments him is romantic in nature, nor does it make something odd and heavy settle in his chest when he thinks about it, especially with the knowledge of how the other man felt towards him-

Oh.

His jaw snaps shut, staringly blankly for a few moments as things slowly seem to slot into place. This isn't right. He's not- he doesn't get attached or fall for people that easily. Syrlya had been by his side the whole time, unfailingly, during the conflict in Fall, but....

Fuck. ]

I- [ And then he goes quiet, visibly struggling for a moment to try and parse what he's trying to say. Being able to handle people in one thing, but having a live bloody audience to people hearing his feelings is making him twitch, fingers digging into his arm. ] Perhaps, if anything, I...found myself missing more than just his presence. [ Maybe he had gotten to used to the sensation of his hand in his, of listening to him talk and how at ease he felt despite their casual jabs here and there. It's appalling to think about. ] It was entirely unintended, and it's not as if I expected it to become much-

[ Ugh, this would be a lot easier if his eyes weren't blurry. ]