spring catch-all for the bug eater farm

[pactmarshal]

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

[ TOPLEVELS AND DETAILS IN THE COMMENTS, TO BE PRETTIED UP LATER. ]

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[bluminescence]

[ 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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[pactmarshal]

[ 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. ]

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[bluminescence]

[ 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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[pactmarshal]

[ 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.

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[bluminescence]

[ 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. ]

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[pactmarshal]

[ 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. ]