🌲 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]

[ 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. ]