crescentview | 🌲 winter catchall 🌲

[ Trahearne began to fret a little as he watched the days tick by and winter approach, knowing his window to repay the favor quickly closes. He wonders if Syrlya will think him ungrateful, or think he forgot. Even though it's out of his hands--he's not the one making it, after all, it's far out of his skill range--he knows he has no choice but to swallow his impatience and wait. Maybe it's not something he should fret over, but at the end of the day, he is a worrier. It will be done when it is done. And it happens to be ready when winter rolls around.

So it's a lovely, almost perfect coincidence when the feather procedures come to light at the same time.

Well, he thinks. Better late than never at all. And what better way to accomplish both--at the same time?

Trahearne arrives at Syrlya's farm with no prior warning. He has an opaque bag slung over his shoulder, and a small container in one hand. There's a flutter of nerves in the brief moment he stands frozen at the door. But he does knock. Eventually. ]

Edited 2023-03-03 15:01 (UTC)

[Of course Syrlya noticed when two of the squares on his card mysteriously changed. Was that the goddess' way of saying his intimate life wasn't satisfactory? Or was it meant to make things easier since he clearly failed to fill them after the first time?

He decides not to contemplate that too much. Instead, next time he and Trahearne are comparing bingos he notes that (as the one with far less done) Trahearne's room had a mirror that seemed like it would be appropriate for the task. Surely he wouldn't mind.

And that's how they're back here, Syrlya looking at the mirror as he removes his clothes.] I suppose we simply... need to have sex in front of it? I can't imagine how else a mirror would be involved.

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... Thank you, everyone, for coming. I'm not much of a speaker for these matters, so you'll have to forgive my clumsiness of speech.

( Because, hoo boy, do they need this, as much as he is loathe to admit.

In Adelis's house, likely the living room, Mishka has them all situated wherever they're all the most comfortable; for Mishka, it's besides Adelis, wherever that may be.

He'd not particularly wanted this conversation; he had imagined this strange flicker in his chest Trahearne had somehow lit would, in time, fade. It just hadn't been fading fast enough. Perhaps this much he could opt to manage on his own, if not for the fact that Syrlya had also chosen to take charge of his own feelings, and, for Trahearne's sake, had attempted to cut Adelis off.

No matter how expertly Mishka might try to address the matter of Trahearne, there's nothing to be done when Adelis is so tangibly upset over Syrlya's departure, even if he doesn't have the language for it. Mishka watches him, and he knows. As Mishka suspected, Syrlya's presence has sizeable heft upon Adelis, and that he doesn't fully understand the extent of it, despite claiming to know Adelis so well (or, perhaps, that he understands, but placed Trahearne's peace of mind over Adeils's own), frustrates him.

He hadn't been particularly specific when inviting the three of them to the conversation, though he suspects they all have an inkling, considering he said he thought they all ought talk about one another.

And so, here he is, opening a conversation he does not really want to have, bringing to the forefront his feelings which he does not like to acknowledge, about anything. )

I think it would be a boon to admit that the four of us are— in some particular way, entangled, and, in attempting to tear ourselves cleanly apart, we have left uncomfortable lacerations.

( Either unto the person they're pulling away from, or unto their partners for whom they are trying to pull away. )

I do not ask for one particular conclusion so much as I ask that we find a conclusion we all agree with, sincerely.

( And not kowtowing just for their partner's perceived happiness... that is going to be a challenge. A little hypocritically, he proceeds with a more specific prompt for conversation: )

Myself, I believe that pulling away for one another does not serve its intended purpose. ( Syrlya, ) Is this disagreeable?

[ It's poetic, in Trahearne's mind, that they decide to spend alone time--their "honeymoon"--and cap off their time in Crescentview with a short trip to the mountain hot springs. Their first trip together alone was here, though it did not exactly go...well. Pleasant, but...uncomfortable.

Things have changed now. Both of them--both Syrlya and Trahearne--have been through so much. Though it isn't dragons or any other world-ending predicament, they both learned a lot about themselves, one another, and their bond is all the better for it. They are married now, after all.

The baths are better than Trahearne remembered, and the inn makes it all the more comfortable. The room they get is big, the robes comfortable, the mattresses laid out over the rush flooring as their beds delightfully enticing, and the food delicious--it's hard to think of a better way to spend their time together.

Well. There is.

The night is long, and they spend it wisely. Syrlya brings his toys, Trahearne the bottle, and it lasts for. a long time. A time in which Trahearne thinks of no one and nothing else beside his dearest beloved.

Needless to say, the sleep afterwards is deep, restful. The sun is already halfway across the sky by the time Trahearne wakes--unusual for him, considering he is typically up at the crack of dawn--and he feels spent. In the best way possible. He rolls over to the Syrlya-shaped lump in the covers and drapes himself over him with a quiet, content hum. ]

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Mirror, Mirror (NSFW)

after bodyswap nonsense and a few conversations