🌲 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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[chronosynthesis]

[Happiness and affection swells in him as Adelis returns the kiss, and Syrlya releases his wrist to lift his hand and instead cradle Adelis' face. To be able to press into the kiss more firmly.

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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[ Movement catches Trahearne's attentions before any words come, and his faint doubts and questions fade away as he watches Syrlya pull Adelis up and into a kiss. His brows raise in surprise at first--for some reason, he isn't exactly expecting this, but it is a natural conclusion, isn't it? Syrlya has always been the type to be decisive in his action when he sets his heart on something, and this, he sees, leaves no room for doubt in his intentions.

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. ]