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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[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. ]