[ Kaspar enjoys the feeling of a body next to his own, arms wrapping comfortably around his friend. It is his turn to receive a kiss to the forehead, leaving a sensitized spot that he can still feel when he kisses Trahearne gently on the lips in return. He does not linger long, but he selfishly indulges in the feeling for only a beat longer than before. Like many things, he does it for the simple pleasure of it, the strangely uncomplicated closeness he finds with Trahearne is a comfort all on its own. The taste of good food, the sound of the birds in the trees in the early light, or the music the wind strums between tree branches, all pale in consideration for the peace he finds in this moment.
He doesn't move back far enough for their lips not to brush at first, sounding tired and even more content than usual. Drowsiness droops his eyelids, half shuttering their glow. He can see better than most humans in the dim light, giving Trahearne a soft look of tired affection. ]
Goodnight, Tra.
[ He actually doesn't say people's names all that often, so it's hard to say when he started shortening it. Or maybe he is just that tired. It is a mystery. Either way, he pulls Trahearne close, broad chest even warmer than his hands or lips. ]
🌜💤🌲🌸🛏💏🛌🌸🌲💤🌛
He doesn't move back far enough for their lips not to brush at first, sounding tired and even more content than usual. Drowsiness droops his eyelids, half shuttering their glow. He can see better than most humans in the dim light, giving Trahearne a soft look of tired affection. ]
Goodnight, Tra.
[ He actually doesn't say people's names all that often, so it's hard to say when he started shortening it. Or maybe he is just that tired. It is a mystery. Either way, he pulls Trahearne close, broad chest even warmer than his hands or lips. ]