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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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I didn't ask for that.
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Very, very drunk. ]
I love you so much, Syrlya.
[ And he resumes walking. Like it isn't a big deal. ]
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[It's such a struggle to stay awake by this point. Maybe he'll just... rest his eyes for a moment...]
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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.
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Even as Trahearne tries to stir him, he lets out a disagreeable mumble.] Not now...
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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. ]
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[He fumbles to try and pull it out.]
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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. ]
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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. ]