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bluminescence ([personal profile] bluminescence) wrote in [community profile] crescentview2023-01-09 04:36 pm

πŸŒ²πŸŒΈβ˜€οΈ bug eater farm: summertime catch-all β˜€οΈπŸŒΈπŸŒ²

πŸ› WHO: Kaspar Blumlund and/or Trahearne + visitors
πŸ› WHAT: Summer/Jan. catch-all for the chill bug eater farm
πŸ› WHEN: throughout this season
πŸ› WHERE: their farm in the forest
πŸ› WARNINGS: marked in headers and updated here eventually

[ top levels/details in the comments below ]



chronosynthesis: (❖ Deceptive Evasion)

[personal profile] chronosynthesis 2023-01-21 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[And yet, Syrlya will never release the responsibility. The guilt. He had not been fast enough, sure enough, and by the time he reached Trahearne it had already been too late.]

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.
pactmarshal: (ive done nothing to stop the devastation)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-01-21 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Trahearne's hand shifts to put Syrlya's head back down. ]

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. ]
chronosynthesis: (❖ Self-Deception)

[personal profile] chronosynthesis 2023-01-21 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Syrlya grunts and cranes to pull his head free. He can look around!!] You're allowed to spend time with me.
pactmarshal: (i told you so)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-01-21 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I know.

[ 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.
chronosynthesis: (❖ Escape Artist)

[personal profile] chronosynthesis 2023-01-21 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Syrlya fixes Trahearne with his best attempt at focusing on him. His lips purse into a thin frown.]

I never saw our friendship as bound only be need.
pactmarshal: (emo but over the shoulder)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-01-22 10:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a few quiet moments before Trahearne finally corrects himself. ]

Want, then.

[ And he falls quiet again, letting Syrlya think about it, if he's capable. ]
chronosynthesis: (❖ Illusionary Riposte)

[personal profile] chronosynthesis 2023-01-22 10:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Wow, his brain isn't completely mush.

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.
Edited 2023-01-22 10:33 (UTC)
pactmarshal: (darkness spreads through all the land)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-01-22 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Trahearne's brain is mush, though. And completely without filter.

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.
chronosynthesis: (❖ Phantasmal Warden)

[personal profile] chronosynthesis 2023-01-22 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Trahearne said something about a chance with him, but before Syrlya can really think about it he's putting himself down? Again?? Hewwo????]

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?
pactmarshal: (missed opportunities)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-01-22 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Trahearne doesn't respond at first; he almost comes to a stop in his pace.

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.
chronosynthesis: (❖ Well of Recall)

[personal profile] chronosynthesis 2023-01-22 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Syrlya's head droops against Trahearne as the silence stretches on, too drunk to keep it up for much longer.] You are. I never stopped thinking about you... sometimes I go just to see that statue of you in the Grove, and remember what we fought for.
pactmarshal: (what ???)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-01-22 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ In Trahearne's own drunken haze, he finds more confusion than anything.

He comes to a complete stop, looking at the other sylvari in his arms. ]


I have a statue?
chronosynthesis: (❖ Deja Vu)

[personal profile] chronosynthesis 2023-01-22 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Mmhmm... like thirty feet tall. Right at the entrance to the Grove.
pactmarshal: (no! not that one!!)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-01-22 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a very, very long pause as Trahearne takes this in.

... ]


I didn't ask for that.
chronosynthesis: (❖ Ether Barrage)

[personal profile] chronosynthesis 2023-01-22 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, obviously. You were dead.
pactmarshal: (teehee)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-01-22 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Trahearne immediately bursts out into laughter. This is so rare for him--but he's also very drunk.

Very, very drunk. ]


I love you so much, Syrlya.

[ And he resumes walking. Like it isn't a big deal. ]
chronosynthesis: (❖ Dazzling)

[personal profile] chronosynthesis 2023-01-22 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Syrlya smiles, not sure where the laughter comes from but happy to hear it.] I love you, too...

[It's such a struggle to stay awake by this point. Maybe he'll just... rest his eyes for a moment...]
pactmarshal: (i l*ve u commander)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-01-22 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As Syrlya's eyes fall close, Trahearne's hold on him tightens as he makes his way towards the farm. He never wants to let him go.

He'll fight the goddess and creation itself to stay with him.

As they walk, Trahearne's lack of filter keeps him from staying quiet. He speaks of the things he spoke about with Ellis and Mishka--about how putting himself down is only an insult to Syrlya and all of the things they have both accomplished in their lifetimes. How their limited time should be an inspiration, not a roadblock to all the things they want to do together. How even if Trahearne is somehow unable to go back, that Syrlya deserves the joy of the short moments they get to share in peace. Not the regret of yet another missed opportunity.

He speaks of all of his favorite moments of Syrlya. Of when they defended For Trinity. Of when they cleansed Orr. Of how he watched Syrlya bloom into a hero of his own right. Of how much he treasures the scar across his chest.

He rambles on, and on. Long enough to last them the journey to the rural part of the island, where the open farms dot the landscape.

Trahearne moves his arm a bit to wake Syrlya from his slumber; he gazes down with unbridled affection. ]


Syrlya.
chronosynthesis: (❖ Master of Fragmentation)

[personal profile] chronosynthesis 2023-01-22 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Syrlya completely knocks about and misses... all of Trahearne's rambling, as he's unable to cling to consciousness long enough to parse any of his words.

Even as Trahearne tries to stir him, he lets out a disagreeable mumble.]
Not now...
pactmarshal: (i **** u commander)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-01-22 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He chuckles, fond. He's definitely drunk way too much. It will be a challenge for Trahearne to get home, but he'll manage. ]

We're home. [ He speaks of Syrlya's house, but the wording comes naturally to him. ]

Is the door unlocked? [ He presses his back against the door, ready to push it open if given the word. ]
chronosynthesis: (❖ Mental Defense)

[personal profile] chronosynthesis 2023-01-22 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Syrlya lifts his head enough to squint at the door.] Oh, key is... in my pocket.

[He fumbles to try and pull it out.]
pactmarshal: (a good pose)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-01-22 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Without much else in terms of verbal confirmation, Trahearne adjusts to slide his hand over Syrlya's and into his pocket, finding the keys with ease. ]

I've got them. Hold onto me.

[ Because he's going to shift Syrlya's weight onto one arm to hold him up while he unlocks the door. ]
chronosynthesis: (❖ Well of Recall)

[personal profile] chronosynthesis 2023-01-23 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Syrlya it quickly fading back out of consciousness, so his efforts to obey are sloppy at best. Better move quick! Or just, like, put him down for a second.]
pactmarshal: (reverie)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-01-23 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ He moves quick!

The door swings open quickly as he feels Syrlya slipping from him; he readjusts his grip to hold tighter, pulling him closer. Almost there. His arms are getting tired.

He finds his way to the bedroom fairly quickly, susses out Syrlya's side, and gently lays him across the bed. A little sigh escapes his lips; he deserves a rest. So much has burdened him thus far. ]


Stay here. I'll be right back.

[ He leaves the room for a moment, and returns with a full glass of water. He places it on the bedside table as he comes to sit at Syrlya's side. ]

Rest well.

[ He leans in, not a second's hesitation as he places a soft kiss to Syrlya's forehead. ]

You know where to find me if you need me.

[ He pulls the blankets up over his shoulders and quietly makes his way to the door. And in the entranceway, he pauses to glance back at him.

His voice is quiet, not caring if Syrlya hears him or not at this point. ]


I love you. More than you know.

[ And he leaves, pulling the door shut behind him. ]