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🌳 trahearne ([personal profile] pactmarshal) wrote in [community profile] crescentview2022-12-11 10:44 pm

spring catch-all for the bug eater farm

πŸ„WHO: Trahearne and/or Kaspar, plus anyone else!
πŸ„WHAT: Catch-all for the goings-on
πŸ„WHEN: Throughout spring
πŸ„WHERE: Down at the farm, in town, everywhere
πŸ„WARNINGS: to be added!

[ TOPLEVELS AND DETAILS IN THE COMMENTS, TO BE PRETTIED UP LATER. ]
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[personal profile] bluminescence 2022-12-26 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ From the forest past the clearing, drifts a soft and familiar voice carrying a lilting and meandering lullaby. Spoken in a language not of the island, his voice flows naturally from note to note. Long ones, varied, a soothing melody that is quiet enough the song of birds would drown it out during the light of day. It trails off, pauses, then picks up again as if piecing it together. The gentle sound announces his approach only over the quieter sounds of the forest at night. It is still a wonder to him, how much life surrounds them at all times.

A melodic vowel tapers off, shriveling up once he spies Trahearne on his stump. Silent now, he leaves the shadows of the treeline behind wearing a predictably calm smile. His glow is soft tonight, steady in the spring air and dimmed once stepping into the brighter light of the moon.

Once again, it is hard to tell if he has been to sleep at all. His bed is always made, overly neat to a clear standard. And he has become more adept at stepping quietly when his roommate is sleeping. Easier yet, as floorboards get replaced. Flannel shirt and leather boots obscure whether his sleeping attire hides beneath them. After all the socializing at the dance, his subsequent missing the night of, Kaspar has been a touch reclusive, besides meals, before appearing now. A recharge. A strangely peaceful one as he daydreamed more frequently about the farm.

Hands behind his back as he approaches, Kaspar does not mention the singing. There is no sign of embarrassment either. It is Trahearne, after all. Which is why he steps close, looking down and offering a hand that he frees from his glove.
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... did I, wake you?
Edited (Wrong word, look--) 2022-12-26 12:25 (UTC)
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[personal profile] bluminescence 2023-01-03 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ There is no relief in that answer. And even less in that expression once it falls. Kaspar's remains peaceful, though worry threads his brow and tiredness is hinted at in its edges. Their traumas might not be the same, though there is something to be said for those that have both experienced war. Kaspar was lucky enough to leave most of his nightmares behind.

It is affection for his roommate that moves Kaspar forward. Slowly, with all the careful movement afforded someone , wrapping a free arm over his shoulders. A half of a hug that he lifts his heels slightly for, so as not to break the contact of their hands.

There is a pause.
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... was it the same?
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[personal profile] bluminescence 2023-01-04 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kaspar allows Trahearne's hand to slip from his. Trudging through the forest, the smell of trees and flowers still cling to the clean fabric of his clothes. It is hard to take comfort in the feeling of being embrace while the horror of nightmares lingers beneath the surface. His freed hand reaches for the back of the other man's head; an attempt at the gentle, comforting press of reassurance and caring fingers up his nape.

This close, because he cannot see his face and Kaspar has become far too accustomed to his presence, the words come noticeably easier and quieter. He turns his head towards him, without minding proximity.
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... would you, like to talk about it?
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[personal profile] bluminescence 2023-01-04 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kaspar is predictably patient, quiet and still save for the comforting ministrations of his hand down from head to back. But it is only once Trahearne answers that he finds himself able to be taken up by the comfort too. Kaspar relaxes then, as does his smile.

He might not want to go home, but there are the little things he didn't know he'd taken for granted. Like glowing together in the dark. Old memories, softened by new ones like the moonlight and the sudden feeling of closeness. Arm's length, yet now someone else has slipped past. It is strange to think how naturally it happened without his notice. Built up in the domestic moments; shared toils, respect, and rewards eased the way. An understanding of war and pain too, despite sharing little to nothing of his personal experience with the other. Those memories were not for lingering in.

There is little that Trahearne could say to burden him. His voice is a soft whisper. Though there is no pressure in it either way. He is a good listener.
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It is no burden.
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[personal profile] bluminescence 2023-01-05 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ How many deaths come down to the mistakes made by the ignorant or the well intentioned? Kaspar is not proud of the ones he is responsible for, personally or under his command. But he doesn't think of any of that right now. His attention is captured by Trahearne with a caring intensity. It is a look reserved for working on his passions alone, or when he believes himself to be. It is not often directed at people, after the rebukes of his youth. Impulsively, it feels right.

Kaspar's hand pauses, thumb grazing in gentle reassurance. Warm emotion coats his calm voice, because this feels important, brittle in its structure but felt deeply. The words matter to him, however quiet.
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... You exist here. That is something.
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[personal profile] bluminescence 2023-01-07 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ The light blue glow of his eyes does not flicker through the analysis of yellow. His gaze does not falter, a testament to Kaspar's soft and caring brand of strength. Not the type he was ever appreciated for back home, though they both know he holds the physical kind as well. He smiles at the initial response.

In his ignorance, Kaspar had meant the mistake didn't cost Trahearne this refuge, the peace they've both found and nurtured here. That no matter the mistake, existence in the present matters. But he also knows a chord once struck. Especially with the distress and the tightening of that cool grip. He does the same once Trahearne's head finds the crook of his neck. Kaspar starts to stroke the back of it gently again. He leans his head just so, to rest against the other man's. His strength lends his embrace weight, protective and as warm as the tapered and muscular torso Trahearne has looped and tightened his arms around.

What had he longed for most, and never recieved, after waking up from the horrors of the tunnels? Being held, finding sleep in the innocent warmth of someone --or his lonely imaginings of it. Unlike the cold and unfeeling dark. If there is a long enough silence, Kaspar is comfortable in it. It is a warm embrace of Trahearne whole; mistakes and imperfections, weaknesses and vulnerabilities. And also of the man he is now, no matter what happened for him to be here with Kaspar in the moonlight.

If Trahearne says nothing still, Kaspar eventually will. Because he is willing to stand here until he passes out, but he'd longed for his bed before finding Trahearne out here.
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[personal profile] bluminescence 2023-01-09 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kaspar is quiet still for a moment, in case there are any more words loitering in the wings. It feels to Kaspar as though Trahearne is being held together in more ways than one by his comfort. And he cares for Trahearne deeply enough to provide it unquestioningly. It matters not, what mistakes were made. No matter how grave, Trahearne cares about the consequences and that is what matters to Kaspar. The same forgiveness he provided himself, however shaky its foundation far beneath the surface.

Disagreements are things Kaspar actively avoids. White lies, mistruths, omissions, and distractions are his most adept and indirect tools. Which makes the way he speaks with resoluteness again striking, grip tight.
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I am glad you are here, deserving or not.

[ And as he says it, his freer arm finally joins the first as his hand falls from Trahearne's neck. Both strong arms wrap around his shoulders tightly, as if attempting to anchor him to the present. Kaspar's feelings are the only things he has the authority to claim. He believes Trahearne deserves it all, but there is no convincing the suffering with more than piecemeal truths. And maybe he really doesn't deserve it. Kaspar wouldn't care, perhaps a bit selfishly. ]
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[personal profile] bluminescence 2023-01-09 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kaspar holds him as long as he likes, those words prompting a gentle squeeze. Quiet and content with their temples resting, the sentiment he feels in the other's voice and hold on him is contagious; welling his eyes with tears that he closes his eyes against.

He isn't sure what posesses him in the warm silence that follows the admission. Impulse and utter relief at the truth he senses in those words has him turning his head after a beat. Raising his heels just enough, he moves to press his lips to Trahearne's temple.

His arms are occupied, but Kaspar's aim is to press their foreheads together in the wake of it, gently with a small and grateful smile. His eyes are still wet, but he is searching again. As if he can read Trahearne's thoughts through his eyes.
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... are you, still tired?
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[personal profile] bluminescence 2023-01-09 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The progression from pressed foreheads to brushing lips is so natural that Kaspar accepts it on instinct. No tensing or flinching, just the casual and slightest of presses back against the affection. This is his first here. And it makes his heart skip a beat, unsure how he'd forgotten what that feels like.

It's been so long since he's felt actual lips against his own, however briefly and lightly. He blinks back the tears again. If this were anyone else, he'd have pulled back to nod or fluidly make his exit. To let the tears flow freely alone. But he hardly feels alone at all anymore living here. And it is hard to nod with an occupied forehead.

Trahearne is his first kiss here and is now the first to hear the vulnerability in Kaspar's voice when he truly forces himself past his capacity for words. With the two of them here, alone and close in their own newly tranquil world, at least his throat doesn't feel like it is closing.
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... I, should do the same.

[ He admits, but doesn't move away. ]
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[personal profile] bluminescence 2023-01-10 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kaspar's nature is not to overthink the machinations of the universe. What do they matter in the face of whatever cosmic force allowed the two of them to stand here together, embracing and exchanging kisses that neither of them have given thought to? But they don't feel careless. So he welcomes the firmer pressure against his lips. Kaspar matches the pressure, leaning in slightly to slot their lips together.

It is so brief a gesture that it leaves Kaspar's lips tingling; an innocent want for their return, however sweet or chaste or otherwise. But Trahearne's retreat says as much as words. And he accepts what he is given.

Yet there is no tension. No asking for more friendly kisses, indulgences, that will likely fill his head on the relatively short distant home. There is hardly an indication at all besides the subtle swipe of his tongue over his own lips as he pulls back. Kaspar reaches for Trahearne's hand, seeking to thread their fingers on the way back home.
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Edited 2023-01-10 05:39 (UTC)
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[personal profile] bluminescence 2023-01-10 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
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... 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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Edited 2023-01-10 17:26 (UTC)
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[personal profile] bluminescence 2023-01-11 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ There are many rules for Kaspar back home. In part because of who he is and his status as an asset of their named generation; a brother to those elevated to the highest ranking positions they can hold. From living by the bells and rules about physical contact with others, Kaspar is glad for the freedom to take Trahearne's hand here. And to also release it once they've arrived at his bed.

Kaspar peels back a spot for him, untucking the blanket and stepping to the side to remove his shirt and increase the faint glow in the room. Being shirtless around men hasn't phased him since adolescence. Though here it is not an uncommon sight inside, it is positively unheard of outside their walls. Another duality, though both are somehow equally as Kaspar.

The hint of the larger burn on his hip is, as ever, not discernable with what is visible above his pants. Or, not visible, as it is the only part of his skin that is entirely and markedly devoid of luminescence.

He toed off his boots with a practiced motion somewhere between the front door and now, leaving him in only his sleeping pants when he returns to slide in beside him. There is usually a longer nightly routine for him. One he completely earlier but is partly undone by his time in the forest tonight. Kaspar's loose curls and skin will survive the sacrifice for him to be able to hold someone that he cares deeply for in his arms.
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Edited 2023-01-11 00:51 (UTC)