[OPEN]

[chronosynthesis]

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!))

Comments

[pactmarshal]

[ 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!

[chronosynthesis]

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.]

[pactmarshal]

[ 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. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[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.

[pactmarshal]

[ 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.

[chronosynthesis]

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.]

[pactmarshal]

[ 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. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[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.]

[pactmarshal]

[ 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. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[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.

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne just quietly watches Syrlya approach, his expression unreadable. ]

Lead the way.

[chronosynthesis]

[Syr will never know because he's too mortified to look Trahearne in the face. Possibly ever again. Instead he just nods wordlessly and immediately starts heading back down the direction they originally came from.]

[pactmarshal]

[ They're both mortified for entirely different reasons. Good thing they can feel each other, huh?

Trahearne follows a slight distance behind Syrlya, his eyes fixed at his feet. Whenever he stops, Trahearne will do the same. How unfortunate it is that he trusts the other man with his life. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[It's a good ten minutes of walking in silence before they find a smaller clearing that Syrlya thinks is safe. It's time to at least... compress his feelings, and he sighs as he drops his bag.] Here should be good. We should get some sleep.

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne neatly unfurls his bedroll on the ground, and begins ruffling through his pack. ]

Don't forget to eat. [ Flatly. They can't just go to sleep, especially not after the bear... He pulls out a matsutake and hands it to Syrlya, not bothering to look at him. They would have tasted much nicer cooked, but...sitting around a campfire and being merry sounds like the last thing either of them want to do. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya makes sure that only the bedroll and extra blanket come out of his bag. And he starts to lay them out, but Trahaerne offering the mushroom makes him pause.]

... Thank you. [He takes it, holding it between his teeth so he can finish spreading out the bedroll to sit on that instead.] I 'ill a'e--[Wait okay, he takes the matsutake out.] I still have those turnips.

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne is about to bite into his own matsutake when Syrlya offers. He casts him a brief glance. ]

I will take one, if you have one to spare.

[ How does he act normal again... ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya extracts a bag out of his pack full of sliced turnip sticks, and offers the whole thing to Trahearne.]

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne doesn't notice the way his own expression lights up when he sees that they've been cut into little sticks. Here he is showing up with whole mushrooms while these are in perfect snack form.

He grabs a handful, roughly half, then hands the rest back to Syrlya, flashing him a small smile. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya offers a genuine smile in return, taking a bag back and grabbing a couple sticks for himself before he puts it away so he can instead focus on eating.]

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne does the same. As he eats, he thinks only of his food, giving himself time to bury his embarrassment and his feelings all over again.

Once he's done, he sits back to look at the stars. ]

I don't think the bear followed us. We're safe to sleep.

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya looks up the direction that they came. And then he ends up with a wry smirk.] It's probably making a meal of your minions.

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne tilts his head to look at Syrlya, meeting the wry look with one of his own. ]

Better them than us.

[chronosynthesis]

You're right about that. [He takes another bite of the mushroom. And as their short meal passes, he finds he really is tired. So he'll tuck himself into the bedroll with a bid of goodnight, to pass the rest of it with sleep.]

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne bids him good night in turn, but remains sitting on his bedroll for a while. As Syrlya slips into a deep sleep, Trahearne finds himself looking at him. The weight of the world had rested on his shoulders for such a long time... Yet he seems so at peace when he sleeps. He deserves that.

He doesn't notice the fond smile that's crossed his face as he watches.

Eventually, he falls into a dreamless sleep himself, sleeping comfortably atop his bedroll (as opposed to in it).

When he awakens with the first rays of dawn, there's an odd irritation in his chest. He...doesn't want Syrlya to notice, but it's difficult to hide. So he pointedly turns away from him to start packing up.

It's tsundere day! ]