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π²πΈβοΈ bug eater farm: summertime catch-all βοΈπΈπ²
π WHO: Kaspar Blumlund and/or Trahearne + visitors
π WHAT: Summer/Jan. catch-all for the chill bug eater farm
π WHEN: throughout this season
π WHERE: their farm in the forest
π WARNINGS: marked in headers and updated here eventually
[ top levels/details in the comments below ]
π WHAT: Summer/Jan. catch-all for the chill bug eater farm
π WHEN: throughout this season
π WHERE: their farm in the forest
π WARNINGS: marked in headers and updated here eventually
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And immediately trips and topples over.]
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Though his reflexes are slowed, Trahearne manages to keep Syrlya from hitting the ground. ]
...It's all right.
[ He crouches, sweeping an arm under Syrlya's legs, the other cradling his shoulders. He's a bit unsteady as he gets to his feet, but he's surprisingly more in control than he thought. He shifts, making sure Syrlya can't accidentally tumble out of his arms. ]
I'll take you home.
[ Syrlya's home. That much is evident by the direction he takes away from van Ziek's farm. ]
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I think we all did.
[ Maybe his only saving grace is that he stopped drinking a while ago.
He adjusts, the arm on Syrlya's shoulders shifting to support his back and neck, holding him to his shoulder. ]
It's all right. You just need some rest.
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[ They really came for their throats this time, didn't they?
He peers down at Syrlya for a moment--the falling in love? kissing others? Trahearne decides not to touch on it--before fixing his gaze on the path ahead. ]
But you've led a storied life. You've met all manner of people and made all kinds of friends here. I'd be more surprised if you were sober.
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[ Trahearne hums, and unconsciously presses his cheek to the top of Syrlya's head. ]
...A lot has happened since we first arrived, hasn't it?
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[ "Our" bonds? Whose bonds?
After a moment of silence, watching the sunlight trickle through the leaves, Trahearne speaks quietly-- ]
I'm sorry.
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Every day aches knowing I was not there for you for seven years. And now that we have the chance to be together again, I'm squandering it.
[ He watches as the treeline breaks and the afternoon sun washes over them, another moment of quiet. ]
Ellis was right.
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It's my fault you were not there. [His head droops down.] And won't you return to being dead when this is over? I'm not ready for that...
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Truthfully...neither am I. [ Reflexively, Trahearne holds Syrlya tighter. ] But I should not have acted like I was preemptively removing myself from your life despite that. I...
[ He falls quiet, feeling the midsummer breeze on his skin. ]
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Were you doing that? [He lifts his head quizzically.] I thought you were just busy making friends. You need that, you know. Friends. I'm glad Kaspar is there.
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As am I. But I am fine on the friends front.
[ There's the pang of heartache again. He inhaled, nostrils filling with the humid summer air as it eases the hurt. ]
I would rather spend more time with you.
[ Especially if this time is limited. ]
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[ Trahearne lets him free this time, turning to look at him as he pauses.
He only talks again when he looks back up. ]
But there was a part of me that was certain you didn't need me anymore. And it was my own fault for assuming so without even asking.
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I never saw our friendship as bound only be need.
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Want, then.
[ And he falls quiet again, letting Syrlya think about it, if he's capable. ]
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He sighs after a moment, shifting to try and get a better look at Trahearne's face.] Trahearne, Trahearne, Trahearne... When are you going to see yourself for what you are? You are so quick to diminish yourself. You have done so much. You are so much.
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He meets Syrlya with a strained, lopsided smile. ]
You always give me hope I have a chance with you when you say that.
[ He looks away again, adjusting him in his arms. He'd probably be tired by now if Syrlya wasn't so light. ]
You are my sun, Syrlya. That you think I could be even a fraction of your brilliance makes my heart ache.
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You are brilliant. [He huffs.] Honestly, Trahearne! You are wise, devout, compassionate, and an inspiration to many people even after your death. Do you know how many of our siblings are cleansing Orr because they believed in you? How the Pact could only come to fruition because everyone was willing to rally under you?
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But he doesn't respond. He simply stares intently at Syrlya, amber eyes piercing the other's. He searches, looking for even more beneath his insistence.
But all he can feel behind the incessant buzz of alcohol and the painful heartache in his chest is a question, suspended between the words Syrlya imparts to him. He's touched. And if he were sober enough, he'd feel more inclined to ask further. To feel sheepish on the effect he's had on the future generations of sylvari and the future of the Pact.
Not right now, though. ]
But I only want to be an inspiration to you.
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