🌲 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]

[ It's something that Adelis has, really, felt the need to address even before this- they have known each other so long now, it becomes easy enough to see. Most are not self-sacrificial in Ostoya, most so focused on grinding their way just to survive another day, and so it becomes to easy the stark differences between here and there. Syrlya, however...is much more than most.

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.