crescentview | Syrlya + Trahearne

💐 WHO: (The ceremony) Syrlya, Trahearne, invited guests (After) OTA
💐 WHAT: Wedding!
💐 WHERE: Flower Fields
💐 WHEN: Winter 19, sunset
💐 WARNINGS: N/A

The warm glow of sunset settles over the flower fields as the couple–Syrlya and Trahearne–come together with their guests–Adelis, Mishka, Otegine, Kaspar, Amber, Oriphi–to celebrate their wedding.

It is very much a sylvari affair–no pomp, no circumstance, just two individuals promising a future to one another, surrounded by those closest to them, with whom they want to share this moment. Besides the large picnic blanket, the roaring fire to one side, various platters of food strewn over the blanket, there isn't much. Syrlya and Trahearne are there first, and once everyone else is accounted for, they begin.

Before he says anything, Trahearne takes Syrlya's hands in his.

"The very first time we said goodbye, you said to me, 'Come with me.'

I said no, of course.

Yet you remained with me in my mind as I ventured onward alone. For so long I had resigned myself to a lonely and duty-bound existence, but I soon found you had entrenched yourself firmly in my heart–you taught me true determination, perseverance in the face of impossible odds, and hope. You changed my life, and you were there by my side at every step of the way. It is little wonder I fell for you in the way I did.

Now, should you ask me to come with you, I will follow without question. I make a promise to you that I will remain by your side–be it through dragons, the Void, any threat to Tyria or our people; or be it through sleepless nights, difficult decisions, or the troubles of mundane life. No matter what our future may hold, I am here for you; I hold you without judgment, or expectation–only love."

That swell of adoration–that's only for them. But the tears that spill from his eyes–that's for all the rest to see.

"I love you, Syrlya. And I can think of no prospect more delightful than spending the future together, with you."

Syrlya smiles, tears brimming in his eyes as Trahearne speaks–not enough to fall, but the adoration that hits him in the moment is just a little overwhelming. He squeezes their joined hands, feeling the pressure of their rings against his skin.

"I understood from the beginning that our destinies were entwined. Our Wyld Hunts would support each other–and be necessary to ensure the other’s success. At the time… I hadn’t realized you would also entwine my heart.

But you are noble, and boldness suits you. You are earnest, sincere, and care deeply. You approach the world with great intensity and mindfulness, and when you turn that on me… I feel as if I am the most important thing. I feel treasured. You are full of such goodness I could not understand why it seemed so many other people did not see it. But it did not matter to me, because I would always believe in you. And I was proud that you proved me right. As you found your confidence… I found myself falling deeply in love with you.

Losing you was… one of the hardest things I had ever experienced. And in the years that followed, I could never truly shake the feeling that there was a hole in my heart that would never fill. To have you again is… nothing short of a miracle. A dream that I never want to end. So, yes, I will ask that you stay. With me, and I will make you a home that is safe, that is warm, that loves you as you deserve. Where no duty or death tears us apart again."

And he seals the promise with a kiss, and the presentation of a mindfully preserved forget-me-not. As far as wedding gifts go, it isn’t much–but they did already present much greater gifts to each other just weeks ago, and neither are the material sort anyway.

And with the promise made between them, and as official of a marriage as any Sylvari is used to done, the celebration gets underway.

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[ Trahearne flashes Syrlya a smile as he portions a slice to a plate. He looks at the slice, then turns to face him.

With a little cheeky twinkle in his eye, he cuts of a bit with his fork and holds it out for Syrlya to eat from :) ]

[Syrlya, as expected, leans over to take that bit of cake right off the fork with his teeth. He chews slowly, savoring the flavor.] It's delicious. This was a very good choice.

[ Trahearne hums, taking the fork back to carve off another piece. ]

I'm rather looking forward to finally having a taste, in that case.

[ He brings the fork to his open mouth, but pauses. His eyes rest on Syrlya for a moment, then angles the handle of the fork towards him. ]

Or would you like to do the honours?

[ feed me bb?? ]

Oh, very well. [Since he asked so nicely. Syrlya plucks the fork from Trahearne's hand, adjusting his grip to hold it steady right in front of Trahearne's lips.]

[ Trahearne leans forward and mimics Syrlya--dragging the piece of cake off the fork with his teeth.

As he chews, savoring it, his brows lift. And when he's done-- ]

That is good. I think we made the right choice.

[ He holds his hand out for the fork again. ]

[Syrlya offers it back, ready to lean over and take the next bite once Trahearne offers it. And they're going to keep doing this... in front of their wedding guests... gross.]

Lavender earl grey. We'll have to remember the flavor, and see if there's any way to replicate it in Tyria.

[Perhaps Taimi could engineer it--wouldn't be romantic but he could trust her accuracy. Does the scrying pool reflect memories that didn't occur in Tyria...?]

[ It is simply the way of things. All the guests must now observe how they are in their natural state (gross). ]

We could also ask for a recipe. Whatever earl grey is--I'm certain we can find a suitable replacement.

[ Trahearne takes the fork and another bit of cake, holding it up to Syrlya with a smile. ]

Here.

[Syrlya takes the cake first before speaking.] I remember it was some sort of tea. Perhaps we can get a bag of it to take back with us?

Is it?

[ Trahearne carves another piece of cake. ]

That sounds simple enough. We should seek some out when we return from the hot springs.

[ And fork goes back to Syrlya. He is not thinking about it at this point. This is normal. They are normal. ]

[They are going to keep doing this until this slice of cake is gone.]

I suppose when we return, besides other weddings we'll need to prepare for our return to Tyria. I don't have much to take with me, materially.

[ Trahearne can't exactly smile with his mouth while he chews, but the smile reaches his eyes. ]

Neither do I. That will make this easy. But I certainly cannot forget the most important thing I've found here.

[ hehe. Absently, Trahearne hands the plate of cake to Syrlya. ]

[Oh, is Trahearne done? Well, Syrlya takes the plate and starts eating the rest of the slice himself.] Your cat?

[ The plate leaves him, but Trahearne leans in as Syrlya takes it away. ]

You.

[ And he plants a big, firm kiss on Syrlya's cheek. Even as he chews. That's a bumpy experience!

But also, Phantom, too. ]

[Syrlya tilts his head and smiles wide.

And then swallows.] Isn't that my line? I must be the one recovering you.

[And then he leans over to kiss Trahearne properly.]

[ Trahearne chuckles against Syrlya's lips. His hand comes to cup his cheek and he tilts his head, briefly deepening the kiss.

He does let it linger, because he will kiss Syrlya all day long if given the choice, but he is mindful of their...audience. ]

Perhaps. [ His thumb gently runs along the texture of Syrlya's cheek, eyes adoring, voice low and only for him. ] But you are my light at the end of a long, dark path. There are no words to describe how delighted I am to have found you here, and to be with you.

[Syrlya hums, expression full of adoration as Trahearne pulls back and Syrlya can look him in the eyes properly again.]

It's nothing short of a miracle. [A love he thought was lost to the sands of time, eternally unfulfilled... and now they're wed.

Syrlya balances the plate on his lap before reaching for Trahearne's hand, lacing their fingers together.] I love you.

[ Trahearne squeezes tightly in turn, the cool of their rings on his skin a pleasant reminder of their bond. ]

I love you, too, Syrlya. More than anything.

[ He smiles, just barely brushes the tip of his nose against Syrlya's in a slight display of affection.

His eyes dart down to the plate, though. ]

May I have one last bite before you finish the rest of the piece?

[... Ah. Syrlya lets out a braethy laugh, holding the plate out for Trahearne.] I think there's enough cake if you'll want another slice for yourself.

[ Trahearne chuckles in turn and takes the plate. As he carves himself a bite, he flashes Syrlya a little grin. ]

I think I'm all right. I'd rather save some for our guests.

[ As he takes his bite and hands the plate back, he leans in to whisper: ]

And I'd rather save some room for you later.

[ because he's going to eat him :) ]

Syrlya + Trahearne

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