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crescentview2023-03-02 09:14 pm
pactmarshal) wrote in crescentview2023-03-02 09:14 pm
🌲 winter catchall 🌲
❄️ 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)
❄️ 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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I won't break my bond with Adelis for your sake again. [He reassures, a brief tug of a smile. That much is easy for him to promise.
It slips, though, as Adlis speaks and Syrlya turns his attention to him and every word sinks right in. There's a moment he's torn, between the flattery of being seen at his core and that this is a situation he would have preferred to resolve everyone else's more volatile feelings first. He has, after all, had the longest time to come to terms with his.
What he wants is a question he does not often ask himself. There is what he can and cannot have, and a plethora of things that are so far out of the bounds of his life that they don't even merit consideration. So what does he want?
He purses his lips into a thin line, his thoughts strangely silent. Because he knows, actually, and has simply held down giving it any air.
His shoulders sink, heavy.] For most of my life, Trahearne is the only one I have ever felt for in such a way. Even after his death, though I have known the love of many friends--of my family, there had not been anyone that could actually put a yearning in me. Not until you.
[Adelis wasn't just important, as many people were. Adelis was special, a presence that stands unique in Syrlya's eyes. Ultimately different from Trahearne, but sharing the same ability to draw Syrlya towards him physically, emotionally, in a way others have not.
He slides his arms free of each other, pushing up from his chair to approach Adelis. Just to be a foot away, kneeling just enough that he can be level with Adelis. His tears are probably not helping his vision especially at this distance, but in lieu of his ability to see Syrlya brings the weight of his voice and presence closer for clarity instead. As he looks at Adelis with equal intensity. The adoration he feels swells, but he doesn't falter under it.]
If I am to stop holding back, it is certain that I will fall deeply in love with you.
[... His gaze drops, down and to the side. Softer.] I had not considered that a path that would lead to anything but heartache. For many reasons. But I want to be able to love you more.
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He's never liked it, truthfully. It is one thing to put others first, and another to sabotage yourself frequently to do so.
Perhaps it's an indication of how much Adelis grew comfortable with his presence, that he didn't see fit to bring it up till now, respecting his autonomy to an extent to be himself. Now, however, being himself is just hurting himself, and he finds that pangs irritation deep in his chest. Perhaps it's the ravings of a greedy, self-serving bastard, but no good comes from running yourself ragged and shedding pieces of yourself 'till there is little left.
The admittance is...not necessarily surprising, but hearing it still makes him blink all the same. 'Yearn' is not a phrase he'd oft associate with how people would feel towards him. Lust is one he's heard before, despise is another, but yearn...it's such a soft, unassuming word.
He isn't expecting Syrlya to get up, nor does he expect him to get so close- he's even blurrier now, just a mass of fuzzy, blurry lines and color, but it does little to retract from the impact of his words. Some part of him feels grateful his face is already red, because he's certain the faint burn of his flush would be visible otherwise.
That's- hm. He did want honesty, yes, and it's good that he's getting it out, he just wasn't...expecting the passion behind it. Love is a word both he and Mishka still struggle with, their affections in action and Mishka's teasing, although it's not like he hasn't heard it. He's rigid for a few moments, staring in stock silence through the tears cutting tracks down his cheeks, because Adelis is not a romantic person. He can't wax poetic, he can't speak sweet nothings with such genuine feeling, and he can't view himself as someone particularly worth such genuine affections.
But.
It doesn't sound bad. He doesn't hate it. While it does not toss his whole system upside down like Mishka's did, the result of years of suffocated and drowned longing finally resurfacing in a flurry, it still makes something twist inside of him. He has always liked Syrlya, despite his penchant for needling, but the thought of more than that settles more warm then he would have thought. ]
...Is that so.
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...Perhaps it will. Perhaps it will not. [ After all, things can change- but this is the now, and while he prefers to think to the future, he'll make an exception for now. ] Doing nothing will result in nothing.
[ It's like trying to wring the last bit of water out of a towel- a clear struggle, twisting him up. Maybe he does shift a bit closer to Mishka, just to keep the man saner as he speaks, sucking in a deep breath he doesn't even need. ]
...Affection is...not my strong point. But. I do not think I would mind it. [ Pause. ] If you truly wanted to, that is.
[ He lets that hang in the air a moment, shifting his gaze back to the other two. So, they've laid it out, and it's come full circle. Somehow, the fact they managed to somewhat salvage this after a certain someone's degeneracy is impressive enough, and he tries to direct the attention away from him for the moment. ]
...It seems we've all been rather honest. So-
[ Whether it's the emotion making it worse or just the tears constricting his throat, but a hiccup escapes him, and he freezes.
And then he hastily wipes his face and gives a sharp cough to try and cover it up. He is going to poison her fucking pond before they leave, mark his words. Anyway!! Anyway!! ]
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While the tone of his thoughts is as commonly teasing as his voice, there is a curious nuance his mind lends to his words: a small jealousy that laces itself through Syrlya's name, though Mishka had chosen to pivot to Syrlya himself. Perhaps there is something to be said about his defensive self-harm, which does not solely apply to Adelis.
It is fortunate, then, that Trahearne's flow of thoughts takes Mishka from here, down a far more flustering path. There is a clear part of him that had expected, maybe, that after all this— Trahearne would settle upon the idea that he had felt as he felt for Mishka, but he would choose not to pursue. It would make sense, with what Trahearne has thought so far, and his willingness to pursue only if Syrlya chose to pursue— upon which factor Syrlya still hesitated. So, Mishka had braced himself for this belated rejection, and it leaves him tender to Trahearne's saccharine sentiment, not all of it voiced.
You can't mean that, he manages, finally, drawing his hand to the back of his neck, and feeling how his neck warms with its slight flush. You've seen how I love.
If Trahearne is not careful, he really will drown; Mishka had worried this with Adelis, too. He just does not want to love something until it melts away like sugar in his mouth. )
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Would that he could peel Adelis like a daisy. Would that he could fillet him with affection and charity, preserve his skeleton like fishbone and churn it into stock. Would that he could take this clear affection Adelis feels for Syrlya, and have it for himself; as if the love he had for Adelis were not already enough!
But he is jealous, he is greedy, he cannot help himself. He has held himself back for years and he is still finding steady ground.
The gentle touch of Adelis at his side pauses the railway of his thoughts, though, and he studies the lack of space between them as Adelis continues, stumbling toward a conclusion he does not want to articulate.
This would have all been easier if the Goddess hadn't brought him here, he supposes, with an almost clinical calm. If she had left him to his proper end, Trahearne and Syrlya would have welcomed Adelis without much fuss. Syrlya wants this; Adelis wants this, too, and he's making some rare overture toward it. (Had he wanted to be with Mishka this badly? Did Mishka just sweep him up into something before Adelis had a chance to catch his breath?)
Perhaps their father had been right to turn away from Mishka, and those like him, blights that they were.
But maybe he can be more than the disease Father Koshevek made him. Is that not what he's had to prove, to win this right to be with Adelis, shaped like he is, speaking with words like a human being? Hadn't he won the right to be human? )
... Adelis is come as near as he physically can to asking you out, you know. I won't look upon you fondly if you reject him now.
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Maybe he might drown, but maybe that's what he wants. Mishka's depths may consume him, but he would continue to dive into the dark, the turbulent waters, all to see what secrets lay at the bottom, to map out every bump and crevice in his geography. For one whose mind always seeks knowledge, how could this ever be a bad thing?
Trahearne would welcome it, even.
I am thankful the goddess brought you here, he muses. My life in Crescentview has been all the better with you in it. Having you around, spending time with you-- Flashes of memories, Trahearne's view of Mishka and all his various smiles and expressions from their time shared on the beach, on the cruise, on the lake, buried in cats, rush through his mind. As much as he had concentrated on keeping his feelings at bay in those moments, he still treasures them. What would he have been doing then, without him? It's hard to imagine he would have been anything but alone. --has been nothing but a net positive in my life. Perhaps you frame your desires in the context of Adelis, but please, don't forget about me.
Because he isn't sure how he'd take it if Mishka decided he was better off back into the depths of the void, after all the moments they shared, after the pit of emotion Mishka has so kindly poured into him.
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He sees the effect Adelis's words have on Syrlya, and a smile crosses his face. It's in this moment he realizes how similar he and Syrlya are--shaped by the same world, shaped by a shared destiny, similar lives--and that as much as he wishes to unburden Syrlya from the weight with which he has shouldered himself, he will never truly be able to accomplish that, because Trahearne, ultimately, is the same. He gave everything for Tyria. Syrlya would do--has done--as him.
Someone like Adelis--the complete opposite of Trahearne, a person from a different world, with different values--would be good for him. He sees it immediately in the way Syrlya opens up, lets his being pour from him and into the air around them. Trahearne might smother him, he thinks, but Adelis will allow him to bloom.
Adoration buzzes in Syrlya, and it feeds into Trahearne. Happiness and delight unfurls within him, and his own expression softens.
It's weird to think he has never felt this in love with Syrlya before, watching him profess affections for another.
After letting everyone's words settle in the air for a moment, when Trahearne is finished gazing affectionately at Syrlya, he speaks up. ]
If we are to act on this circle of affections, it will take a lot of work. [ As he's said before. ] We will all need to be honest and open with one another. None of us may be particularly experienced in this...department, but we never will be, if we continually deny ourselves the experience. Doing nothing will result in nothing. We will never know if we do not try. [ What Adelis has said to Syrlya now. What Trahearne has said to Syrlya when they first started dating. Trahearne's gaze drops in brief thought--things could get messy if it goes wrong, but he is determined to see that they are all happy. ]
Regardless of what we decide, I would prefer we remain on friendly terms until we get you settled in Tyria. [ He beams a little bit as he looks back and forth between the Ostoyans. ] And I would like it if we are to remain in contact afterwards, because if I'm honest, I do genuinely like the both of you.
[ He considers them friends, even if that's a one-sided sentiment with regards to Adelis.
Still, though, Trahearne (and the others) haven't heard anything from Mishka. What Mishka wants. He understands if Mishka does not want to try a romantic relationship with him, because he is just now understanding how deep the other man's affections for his partner run. Trahearne also understands if he himself is too weird, or off-putting, as he has often been regarded as at home. Syrlya is an anomaly in that sense.
Wordlessly, however, his eyes turn to Mishka, but then quickly look away. What if his answer isn't the same as his? ]
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It's on how the distance to Adelis had left a hole in his chest, an unfulfilled wistfulness. I don't want to lose you again.
Adelis shifts closer into Mishka and it... stings, although Syrlya swallows it down. There's never the response someone wants to confessing their feelings, even if he understands. He could never truly pull Adelis away from Mishka--nor does he want to. But there's still the pang of desire that wishes Adelis would lean towards him instead.
But... he knows Adelis' feelings are stronger than his words. He does not grasp the depth of them, exactly, but he knows at least his affections are welcome. It's tempting. Were he not already so practiced in tempering himself...
His gaze shifts to Mishka, and he purses his lips as he speaks. I doubt you'll look at me fondly either way.
So how does he respond? He looks back at Adelis, at his face flushed and trying to control the unruly crying. If they're going to leave on friendly terms then they had better establish those terms now. Adelis, he thinks, would never pursue him. The question is, then, can Mishka let him go long enough that Syrlya can draw him in instead.
He reaches for Adelis' wrist. It's a gentle grip, only firm enough to maintain it as he tries to pull Adelis forward--to his feet, to Syrlya, to a kiss. He doesn't know yet if it's going to be the first... or the last.
But he knows what he wants it to be.]
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Well. Not much worrying about it now, he supposes, when there are other things to focus on.
Mishka gets a side-glance at his input, Adelis finding himself giving an exasperated huff. He and Syrlya are of like mind on that front- would he truly, either way, the way that he is?
Unfortunately, they are both greedy creatures, and Adelis will not truly stand for him pursuing what he desires whilst denying him his own ( because he knows that Mishka always pursues what he wants, if given the opportunity. 'Tis how he has always been ). Even if some part of him harbors doubt, self-reviled as he is, unable to look in the mirror for too long and preferring to hide Koshevek's taint beneath his clothes.
Adelis is not expecting the grip, bleary blue eyes darting down to the other's slender fingers as they curve around his wrist with a gentle touch. He is not expecting the pull forward, that drags him from the couch to Syrlya instead. He is not expecting the press of lips against his own, soft as he remembers-
Oh.
Another fortunate thing, perhaps, that his face is already red. He is frozen for a brief moment, surprise in the widening of his eyes, but he relaxes soon enough. Admittedly, he is a bit...embarrassed, because he is still crying, but if this is what he wants-
Well. He can return it, then. And perhaps there is the barest, faintest tug, as he attempts to do what he did to Mishka on the beach- just enough to be unnoticeable, but sufficient to tell him how real the feelings are. ]
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He had smothered it until now, to kiss Adelis in an expression of love. Not just carnal desire. Not because of need. Adelis may be drawing his emotions in only faintly, and it may not be the suckerpunch that Mishka was--but his desire, his excitement, his love is this time unrestrained. It's a relief, to touch Adelis with his adoration freely.
He's slow to pull back, to open his eyes to look into Adelis' (red, puffy--) and it's a shame right now he really can't see Syrlya's expression in turn. Where a warm smile and blush graces his face. Absently, his thumb moves to try and wipe the tear tracks from Adelis' face.
... And then he also, slowly, remembers they're not alone. And there's something he probably should have addressed before he got lost in kissing Adelis. Embarrassed, he looks up at Trahearne and Mishka.]
I--of course, I would not deny you two the chance to be together if Adelis and I are.
[Just in case that was into question.]
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After a literal lifetime of living for others, it's time Syrlya starts living for himself.
The thought comforts Trahearne, and strangely, the lingering moment, one he has imagined so many times in his mind, does not sting as he thought it would. He eases into his chair and comes to rest his cheek on a gently balled fist. The affection in his expression widens into a fond smile, and his eyes remain fixed on Syrlya.
What emotion seeps from Syrlya he feels faintly, serving as a reminder of his errors. Trahearne was wrong to have ever ripped them apart. And he tells himself: he will never come between them again.
He is so lost in his thoughts, so busy rewiring his mind into absolute acceptance of the Syrlya-Adelis relationship that he almost jumps when attention is turned back on him. He lifts his head from its resting spot and stares wide-eyed in surprise. For a moment, he's enamored by the faint blush he sees on Syrlya's cheeks, before the words register in his mind. ]
--Oh.
[ Right. That was the original question, wasn't it? Trahearne's expression drops slightly, and he cautiously glances in Mishka's direction, still unsure if he wants to see the look in his eyes. He's made his own feelings clear, but he understands if the answer is no. ]