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[ In all honesty, Trahearne is not expecting that.

In the brief moment between the kiss and when their foreheads touch, he looks at his housemate, eyes wide in surprise. It shocks him out of his melancholy, however, and warms him from the inside with acceptance. One he isn't sure is warranted, yet it feels strangely appropriate coming from Kaspar.

And now, with the tension gone, he feels the exhaustion of a night's rest lost seep through his limbs. ]

...I am.

[ He is grateful he has such a good friend and housemate.

Yet he isn't sure why his gratitude has taken over his own impulses in this way--his eyes drop from Kaspar's to his lips as he shifts his head ever so slightly, just enough to lightly brush their lips together. ]

I should go back to sleep.

[ 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. ]

... I, should do the same.

[ He admits, but doesn't move away. ]

[ Neither does Trahearne.

He isn't quite sure what exactly it is about any of this that makes it so difficult to tear away. He is tired, energy quickly leaving him as his tension dissipates. Perhaps Kaspar's warmth in his hold is giving him the false idea that he could fall asleep here, standing. Though he could most certainly fall asleep outside, he is privileged with a bed here, in their house.

They have always been close; Trahearne had been so afraid of physical contact in those early days. But that has been slowly whittled away in no small part by Kaspar's affection. Though Kaspar is not his first by any means, though Trahearne is almost certain there is no romantic connection between them, it feels right. Perhaps in a few days, perhaps even in the morning, he will begin to analyze and justify his actions--it is in his nature to think and overthink--but for now, he lends himself to instinct and emotion.

Again he leans in, molding their lips together a touch more firmly, but he does not let it linger. He pulls back. ]

Then we should go back.

[ 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. ]

Edited 2023-01-10 05:39 (UTC)

[ Trahearne entwines his fingers through Kaspar's, holding it close to his side as they slowly begin their walk back to the house.

In the absence of the fear and doubt from his nightmare, the exhaustion has taken hold. He's looking forward to finding true rest now, owed mostly, he believes, to the comfort Kaspar has offered them. That he's been given a farming partner like him has been a genuine blessing, and it's times like this that truly drive this fact home. ]

Thank you, Kaspar. [ His voice is low, his gaze settled on the path of luminescent mushrooms that lead to their front door. ] I'm lucky to have a housemate like you.

[ 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. ]

Edited 2023-01-10 17:26 (UTC)

[ Trahearne only smiles in turn. His glow is bright, pulsing slowly in the manner of human breath, a calming light in the dark of night. They go quite well together, don't they?

The sylvari tendency for physical intimacy was quickly unlearned in Trahearne--he spent much of his time alone, around other races. They were more conservative with who they touched and how, so he learned to keep his distance, let others defined the standard of touch between them. And when the younger generations of sylvari came to be, he found himself keenly aware of his status among them as elder. For a younger to touch Firstborn Trahearne was arrogant and unthinkable (at least, until Syrlya came along).

But all of that has quickly come undone in Kaspar's company. His nature returns to him, and he loves the warmth of the other's hand on his. He likes that they walk so close, share touch without a second thought or ulterior motive. It is natural for both of them.

And so when Kaspar steps towards his bed, his gaze towards Trahearne no more than a friendly invitation to remain in one another's company, he gladly obliges. He comes to stand by the foot of the bed, allowing Kaspar to do then honors of peeling back the covers and making room for him. There is no expectation here, only caring closeness. ]

[ 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. ]

Edited 2023-01-11 00:51 (UTC)

[ Trahearne doesn't even blink as Kaspar undresses--if he doesn't mind, then neither does he. Though he doesn't usually sleep under the covers (or shed his leaves to sleep), he obliges tonight, scooting towards the far end to make room for his housemate.

It's not long before his own arms tangle around the other. He realizes quite quickly that the warm comfort of company is going to send him to slumber before he knows it.

Not before he shifts forward to kiss Kaspar on the forehead first, though. ]

Goodnight, Kaspar.

[ 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. ]

Edited (I hit it too soon weh) 2023-01-11 07:04 (UTC)

[ In the brief moment before Kaspar pulls him into his chest and after he says his name, Trahearne smiles against his lips. He's never been given a nickname like that before. That's very sweet—and a lot like Kaspar.

It isn't often he's cradled like this. He thinks this might even be a first. It will take getting used to, he thinks, but he doesn't hate it.

The warmth seeps through him, and before long Trahearne falls into a deep, dreamless sleep. ]

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