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WHO: Syrlya and You
WHAT: Syrlya gets cursed, and then has one bad day after another so he runs away to the hotsprings
WHEN: ~few days after the spring dance until last day of spring. Closed prompts through end of Summer
WHERE: The farm, around town, the hotsprings
WARNINGS: There is NSFW in these parts

[Do Not Agitate the Goddess (mute) | Edge of the Woods + His Farm]

[Syrlya gave it a few days, at least didn't confront the Goddess about her questionable habits at the dance itself. It doesn't go terribly well.

He marches away from the pond, his expression is twisted into a scowl and fists balled. Anyone who crosses his path in the immediate aftermath is met with irritation, and then a pointed turn of his face away as he marches down the path.

After a few hours he's had some time to cool off--though he's still sulking, toiling on his farm ripping up weeds and pushing new seeds into the dirt. If they didn't have to do this to eat, he'd let this goddess know right where she can--]

[Twice cursed (blind) | Other people's farms]

[Luckily, going mute only lasts for a day, and then it's back to normal. For a couple days, at least. Until he wakes one morning to the room being strangely dark, like the sun itself was snuffed out--no, but it isn't the sun that's the problem. It's his eyes.

The morning is a panic. A level of fear he doesn't often feel as he's suddenly lost the sense most important to him.

The first trip is a stumble to the clinic... unsurprisingly, when dealing with a talking plant it doesn't offer any answers except that they, at least, don't seem to be injured. Nobody there accuses the goddess, but an errant magical effect... Syrlya can only think of one person who is capable.

So, his option is to wait it out for now, see if it clears up on its own. That is... not optimal. But ultimately Syrlya can't find any better options.

Doesn't mean he can't try and do what he needs to. So, using a glittering sword as a makeshift walking stick (watch your feet) Syrlya strides out of the farmhouse.

Or rather, trips out of it, hitting a few walls along the way. And then he's on a truly blind path, tripping and crawling over other people's fences with no real idea of his orientation. Just where he thinks it is. The warmth of the sun isn't helping him as much as he wishes it did.

Anyway. Sorry if he tramples your flowers.]

[Make That Thrice Cursed (table) | The Town]

[The blidnness clears up after two days as if it never happened. So not a malady after all, it seems. So Syrlya goes into town to finish errands he intended to before the weekend. He's just headed down the street with a bag of groceries more varied than the limited vegetables from their garden... when it hits.

A plastic folding end table drops seemingly from thin air and smacks right onto his head. Syrlya buckles with a startled cry, his bag tumbling out of his arms and spilling to the ground.]

((His plotting post is over here if you want a more custom starter or simply something else!))

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[ There's a weight he senses on Syrlya's soul that was not there the last time they were together on Tyria. He never pries beyond what Syrlya is comfortable sharing, indulging in the faint dips of mood with him as they come. It hurts to know he was not there with him to give him the support he so deserved, but it's what he can do now.

Watching the way his face lights up when he speaks of Aurene makes it all worth it, though.

And even if Syrlya never tells him what, exactly, he was doing, Trahearne knows. There could be no other person in the entire world that could act as the vanguard of the defeat of the dragons as his--his commander could.

At the question, Trahearne's gaze instinctively flits to the sky, but is met instead with the foreign array of stars. That doesn't help. ]

I believe so, but I may be wrong. [ The conversation has been so riveting.

After a second, he turns to look at the mountainside slope that reaches upwards not far from where they are, and he goes to scramble up the rocks. Maybe with a higher vantage point, he can see the town and figure out where their camp is. ]

[It's a sound idea, and Syrlya keys into what he's doing. But it doesn't look steady enough for both of them, so he simply waits at the bottom of the rock formation with his hands on his hips, for Trahearne's answer.]

[ Trahearne clings to the rocky face and glances behind, out over the island. It's a beautiful view, one that momentarily takes his breath away. Lights from the farms dot the vast land, a bright warm glow that belongs to the town sitting squarely in the center. Faint starlight dots the dusk sky, like a heavenly mirror image of the island.

But he doesn't forget why he climbed. His head swivels around for a moment, trying to triangulate their location, before he scrambles back down the slope and comes to a halt right in front of Syrlya. A little too close. ]

I think I know where we are. We will have to adjust course slightly. [ He smiles, observing the teal glow now faintly present on Syrlya's face. ] We're not in a particular hurry, are we?

[ They can eat grass if they get truly lost. ]

[Syrlya leans back slightly, instinctively trying to avoid getting run into. But Trahearne stops himself just in time.] I shouldn't think so. We are supposed to be well away from any demands right now.

[ His smile widens. ]

Then we will get there when we get there.

[ He turns in the direction he thinks camp is, motioning with a hand. ]

Besides--I wouldn't mind getting lost with you.

[Syrlya chuckles, lowers his arms as he follows Trahearne's lead.] You say that now but I think we will both be miserable if we completely fail to find our way back. Still, I think I've a few hours left in me.

I have complete faith in our combined navigational skills.

[ Trahearne slowly turns, begins to walk at a leisurely pace. ]

But it's the thought that counts, Commander.

[ There's a tease in his voice, and he playfully elbows Syrlya in the side. ]

[Syrlya moves to elbow him back on principle. But he does trust Trahearne's lead without any complaint.]

[ Good!

Because Trahearne does eventually stop by a tree, one he isn't totally sure he's seen before. His hand comes to rest on the trunk, trying to decide if they're truly going the right way.

At first, he only looks to the sky out of instinct, hoping to confirm their direction. Instead, though, he's momentarily taken by the brilliant array of stars above them; he stands in place, head craned back, mouth open slightly in response to the beauty. ]

[Syrlya follows Trahearne's gaze up to the stars twinkling between the trees. It is a beautiful sight.

... But also, Syrlya would really like to return to their camp before bears find it. So, after a moment, he reaches to place a gentle hand against Trahearne's arm. He looks to his face, waiting for his attention to draw back down.]

[ this game is full of twinks there are no bears out here

The touch doesn't startle Trahearne, but it is the perfect gentle reminder of their current objective. His head slowly lowers to look down at Syrlya, small smile on his face, happy to have seen the sight he was lucky enough to witness.

But when he looks down, he's greeted with an even more beautiful sight.

When he sees Syrlya, his chest swells with delight and affection, the lock on his feelings and the fetters on his self-restraint shattering all at once. His smile suddenly vanishes as the feeling overwhelms him, undoubtedly strong enough for the other to feel.

The rest is left to impulse. His free hand reaches to rest at Syrlya's waist, and his eyes slip shut as he leans in to gently press his lips to his commander's. ]

[As Trahearne finally looks down, Syrlya offers him a smile. It's almost hard not to when he picks up on the rise of affection. But just as he's parting his lips to speak there's a hand on his waist, and Trahearne is close. When did Trahearne get that close?

When did Trahearne's lips reach his?

Syrlya's eyes widen as he freezes in the moment, his thoughts stumbling as he tries to catch up with what is happening. Trahearne is kissing him? Trahearne is kissing him? Did he trip and hit his head? Is he dreaming?

He wasn't prepared for this. He didn't expect he would need to be, and for the longest second he fails to shake himself out of his shock.]

Edited 2023-01-09 05:31 (UTC)

[ Maybe in another life, Trahearne could have basked in this moment and thought of how soft Syrlya's lips are, or how he faintly smells of lavender.

But now, in this reality, all he's met with is silence. Stillness. Somewhere, a part of him simply assumed that Syrlya would be happy to receive the kiss. The meaner, uglier parts of him always envisioned him pushing him away, or startling in the contact.

Never nothing.

When he pulls back, there's shock, hurt written all over his expression. His eyes search Syrlya's looking for some semblance of his thoughts or feelings on the matter, but he's only met with a frozen stare.

He lets go almost as quickly as he came in. He thought it was the right moment, he certainly was feeling it, but that evidently was not mutual. He's an idiot. How dare he think his feelings were ever returned.

At first, he opens his mouth to say something-- ]

[ But whatever he wants to say dies before it can leave his mouth.

An abrupt rustling from the brush nearby has him whip his head around, to be greeted by the sight of a great big bear. ]

Look out!

[ He puts distance between them, searching the ground for a stick. ]

[Maybe in another life, Syrlya could have actually read the mood. Maybe in another life, they wouldn't have waited for a chasm of seven years to come between them.

None of that matters now though because when Syrlya finally shakes out of his daze it's to turn and he met with a bear.]

Thorns! [When did a bear get here?? He twists on his heels, yanking his sword from its sheath and positioning it in a defensive point. But he'll let the bear decide if it really wants to come to him.]

[ The bear growls, sitting on its hind legs. It's much, much taller than either of them, and it is clearly displeased--they must have intruded in its territory. ]

It's not happy--we should leave!

[ Trahearne stoops to touch the ground, and from the bruised grass coalesces his undead minions. ]

My minions should keep it busy. Let's go!

You take the lead! [And Syrlya gives an encouraging push for him to move it as he looks over his shoulder. He's not inclined to delay.]

[ Trahearne rushes ahead, away from the bear. With a glance behind him, he sees that the creature is presently occupied with his minions, which is good enough. So long as they can get out of sight quickly enough to lose its tail.

He doesn't run for very long, actually. He breaks through the brush to find himself back in the camp clearing. Not once does he look back at Syrlya, because he can feel him behind him. ]

[Syrlya staggers into the clearing after, going for their packs first to make sure the haven't been rooted through by nosy wildlife.

That... didn't feel like much of a fun, admittedly.] We may be too close to its den.

[ Trahearne doesn't move at first, eyes still trained to the starry sky above. The shock of all the events in the past few minutes still have a hold on him.

It takes a moment before he moves again, glancing over his shoulder at Syrlya. ]

Perhaps we should move, then.

I agree. [He hefts his bag up by the strap--but on the wrong side, and it tips over and spills all its contents.] Oh no.

[Out tumbles his rations, an extra blanket, a water canister, and... a jade tech vibrator.

Hm.]

[ The "oh no" catches Trahearne's attention, so he glances over his shoulder...

And his eyes widen at the sight of what looks like a bright green penis. ]

Commander, what is that?

[ He sounds like he's about to scold him. ]

[Syrlya's face flushes and he groans.]

I did not mean to pack that. [He scrambles to shove his things back into the backpack, starting with the vibrator. It can go to the bottom now.]

[ Trahearne watches quietly as Syrlya packs it all away. What does that mean? Did he plan to use it but change his mind? Had he used it elsewhere but forgotten to take it out of his bag?

After a moment of quiet observation, Trahearne begins packing away his own things. He doesn't say anything else; when he's ready, he'll stand by the edge of the clearing, waiting for Syrlya. ]

[Syrlya is just not going to look Trahearne in the eyes as he shoves everything on his bag and shuffles after Trahearne.]

We... [He clears his throat.] We should descend, closer to town.

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