[ Kaspar keeps pace with Trahearne. His steps bring him as close as he thunks a lover might, shoulders brushing without the heady weight of expectation. He is glad for the easy physical contact between them, especially in the little moments like this. A walk in the forest, or simply following the softly lit trail of their efforts as if to guide them home again. A home of their own making. The safest place Kaspar remembers ever having. It is no wonder then, how much sincere effort Kaspar has put into making their farm a reflection of themselves. Of their friendship, including all of the twisting paths it may take. It is pure in its freedom from convention or the opinions of those that do not understand.
There are no words he finds adequate to describe how he feels about the other man, but his gestures of affection are the practical and beautiful sort. He yawns quietly into the back of his free hand as they make their way. It has become a habit, when their hands are so closely entwined, for him to squeeze in the silence that precedes his words. If the words come at all.
He is aware, though, on some innate level, how good they have been for one another here. Compliments and gratitue hit Kaspar just as warmly as they always have, his glow noticeably but softly flickering beside Trahearne. ]
... We are, equally blessed.
[ He goes quiet then. And remains so unless Trahearne breaks it again before the point at which they should separate.
Kaspar looks to Trahearne, wordlessly stepping toward his own bed, still meticulously made. With their hands still entwined, it is an offer. One they both probably know Kaspar will take no offense if declined. ]
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There are no words he finds adequate to describe how he feels about the other man, but his gestures of affection are the practical and beautiful sort. He yawns quietly into the back of his free hand as they make their way. It has become a habit, when their hands are so closely entwined, for him to squeeze in the silence that precedes his words. If the words come at all.
He is aware, though, on some innate level, how good they have been for one another here. Compliments and gratitue hit Kaspar just as warmly as they always have, his glow noticeably but softly flickering beside Trahearne. ]
... We are, equally blessed.
[ He goes quiet then. And remains so unless Trahearne breaks it again before the point at which they should separate.
Kaspar looks to Trahearne, wordlessly stepping toward his own bed, still meticulously made. With their hands still entwined, it is an offer. One they both probably know Kaspar will take no offense if declined. ]