🌲 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]

[ Oh. Um. Trahearne blinks rapidly at the sudden onslaught of— Mishka, do you not take his glasses off beforehand?

Well, maybe that's his fault for starting it. But that's a pretty good indication of where they would stand in a theoretical relationship: when they have a channel of communication that the others do not even know exists, they would rather share indecent images of their own beloveds than speak about each other. And it's strangely. Comforting?

Mishka and Adelis remain firm in their decisions, Mishka explains himself. Trahearne's eyes dart briefly to Adelis, understanding his warning. Insufferable? Never. Not once has Mishka been insufferable with him. Not even the times he felt him toeing the line in his heart did he not want to hang around him. He would have hit the bricks otherwise, right?

But then Syrlya turns the question to him, reframing it in a way that makes it unavoidable for Trahearne to answer.

Does he?

Trahearne looks at Syrlya first. He never, ever wants to hurt or doubt him like that again. Much like Syrlya, he doesn't want to deprive him of love... He hates how hypocritical this whole thing is—how he is. He realizes Syrlya will be giving him an earful later, and he's already steeled himself for that.

So this hinges on him, then?

His eyes drift from Syrlya, to Adelis, to Mishka. And they settle there as he thinks about his answer, eyes boring into him hard. With a breath, he slowly lifts the containment on his feelings, and allows himself to freely feel what he does. He thinks of all the time they spent together, one on one, the conversations they've had, how he's felt when Mishka has danced over that line. How that serene smile masks murky depths beneath.

I want to kiss him, he thinks. I want to drown in his affection.