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falin touden ([personal profile] yourlenore) wrote in [community profile] crescentview2023-01-11 02:54 am

summer catchall

Who: Mishka & some poor unfortunate souls
What: Bingo et al.
When: Summer
Where: Anywhere
Warnings: NSFW & insects


Sometimes I feel tenderly
opened up, wet and revealed as if cut
in two.

pactmarshal: (patiently waiting)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-01-25 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Trahearne has taken to wandering the beach in his more idle moments, for no more purpose than watch the gulls and listen to the waves and find a moment to breathe, alone.

The novelty of the beach and the warm weather seems to wear off as time goes on. And after the whirlwind that was the town meeting and the subsequent hurricane, plus the repairs that followed, he's found the beach emptier and emptier. Why that is will remain a mystery to him. Perhaps that's just him, though--after a lifetime of putrid sands and rancid waters, who could blame him for wanting to come back over and over?

And so a familiar face in the midst of it all is a welcome surprise. When he sees Mishka, he sets his course towards the other. He's close enough to hear the little exchange with the hermit crab, and he smiles a bit at the display of kindness to the little creature.

When he sits down besides Mishka with a quiet rustle, he has in his hand a humble, but nice-looking shell--empty of hermit crabs, of course. It rests in the palm of his hand as he extends it. ]


Hello.
pactmarshal: (eyes close and heartbeats slow)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-01-26 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
We have. The damage was not as terrible as the wind made it out to be.

[ Trahearne observes the sand castle for a moment, admiring Mishka's handiwork. He lets his mouth hang open absently for a moment, about to ask the same question in turn--courtesy, genuine concern, an effort to maintain a friendly relationship--when a very, very funny realization crosses his mind.

His eyes drift over the horizon, a brush of gold coloring his cheeks for the briefest moment. ]


--I realise I never got your name.
pactmarshal: (i wish i could've done more)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-01-26 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Mishka's initial remark earns a quiet chuckle from Trahearne, who turns his attention back to the other as he does. Even if Mishka never did tell him his name, Trahearne would insist--never has he found someone he's connected with on a level like that before. If at least to know who it was he was connecting with.

Well. Not like a lot of that memory is very clear between all those glasses of wine. But his emotional reaction is still very fresh in his proverbial heart.

He nods. He makes no inquiries as to who told him, though. He knows he stands out--many people would know his name, he reckons. ]


It's a genuine pleasure to know your name, Mishka. And rest assured, I don't either. [ And he knows that word gets around very quickly around these parts. So for that, he's grateful. This will stay between them. ]

I hope you've been doing all right in the meanwhile. You seem well, either way.
pactmarshal: SKULL EMOJI (bruh i fukin)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-01-26 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He is better, all things considering. Mid-summer was a lot, and getting something he'd been holding in for so long out like that has felt...good. He's felt lighter. For the first time since coming here, he's felt like he's found an end to his tangle of feelings, and he's slowly sorting everything out. His doubts will always be there, of course, but he feels confident enough now that he has hope. Which is, in all honesty, pretty rare.

So his smile broadens. Not many would notice, but it touches him that Mishka does. Thanks, bro.

His astute observation that he is more "undressed" than he was during their affair only strengthens the gold flush on his cheeks, and he gives a little laugh. Rare, those are. ]


I was under the impression that it was custom to be in a relative state of undress at the beach. [ His eyes briefly skim Mishka, and he comes to the same conclusion. He's not worried about being modest or coy or secretive about that.

Though in his scanning, he sees Mishka's troubles. ]


You may want to add more water to your sand. I'll fetch you some.

[ So Trahearne gets up and wanders to the water's edge... Enjoy the eyeful of plant ass my guy. ]
pactmarshal: (ehehehe)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-01-27 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yes, have your water, Mishka! How? No idea. But congrats on the wet sand.

As Trahearne comes to sit back down beside him, he offers a small, sheepish smile at the compliment. He--well. He never knows how to take compliments like that. Even after all the praise others (namely, Kaeya) have showered him in. His mind scrambles for a response that doesn't come off as too flirty or self-deprecating when Mishka keeps talking.

He's a little thankful for that. ]


It is, isn't it? [ He starts idly scooping some of his own sand to make a little lump. ] While there are hospitable beaches in Tyria, I've never had the privilege to unwind at any of them. For this, I'm grateful.
pactmarshal: (a good pose)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-01-27 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's honestly quite difficult to remember what, exactly, Trahearne said to Mishka during their meeting (he's even a bit appalled that they didn't even exchange names and still fucked). But tidbits about himself are things he's gotten used to repeating over and over, so it isn't a problem. He likes Mishka, anyway, so he doesn't mind. ]

I do recall, in fact. [ He glances up from poking holes into the mound. It seems he's trying to create...something. ] Mostly because so few applied to me.

[ He begins digging a little moat around the lump. ] I have more than three siblings--thousands, in fact--and in all honesty, I would take the goddess out for a date.

[ He doesn't look up... He has no idea if Mishka's the kind that will go feral over mention of her. ]

I owe her much.
pactmarshal: (i wish i could've done more)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-01-28 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ For Trahearne, it was the blink of an eye. In one moment, he saw Syrlya's face twisted in agony and grief, and in the next, he was here, seven years older with a weight on his soul that Trahearne oh so wishes he could relieve him of. But they're not quite there yet, it seems.

Not that he ever thought he'd blink and be here, anyway. And so he nods along. Though their experiences aren't exactly the same, they're close enough. That seems to be the case for their entire budding relationship.

He looks up from drawing carefully straight lines on the lump of sand, cracking a little smile. ]


All from the same Mother Tree. We don't have a father. The nature of our "family" is often rather difficult for other races to wrap their heads around, so I'd understand if it seems strange to you. [ He dips his attention again back to drawing lines on the sand. ] Much in the way a flower can produce dozens, hundreds of seeds in a spring, so does the Pale Tree.
pactmarshal: (eyes close and heartbeats slow)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-01-28 11:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Literal plants! Mishka, did you not notice his giant sequoia??? ]

Of course not. At some point, our numbers grew large enough that we have come to rival the other major races of Tyria. And tension naturally comes with that. [ From ideological conflict with regards to the Nightmare Court to interpersonal conflict between individual sylvari... Not everyone gets along.

Slowly, he begins shaving off a bit of sand towards one end of his sand lump. ]


I am sorry to hear about your family. [ He thinks he remembers something about his mother being gone, too. ] You have my sympathies. I suppose...deceased family does not count towards the scavenger hunt.

[ That would leave him in a tough spot, but. Oh well. ]
pactmarshal: (omfg please)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-01-30 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Trahearne gives a hum of interest, glancing from his very careful sculpting work to study Mishka for a moment.

When he mentions the blade, he feels like he senses something more beneath Mishka's surface (figuratively speaking--not the bugs). An interesting thought to tuck away for later. ]


Fascinating. [ It's all he says for a moment as he draws his attention back to his little work of art. ] I assume in the manner of protection--bodyguards, merchandise security, that sort. It's not often one meets a merchant concerned for physical sharpness over monetary prowess.

[ It isn't like merchants can't or shouldn't fight--the wording simply intrigues him. ]
pactmarshal: (mmhm.)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-01-31 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Without drawing his attention away from his work, Trahearne nods. ]

When I spoke with Adelis previously, he mentioned how sick and blighted your land was. [ For a second, he purses his lips together. Not out of pity, but out of sympathy--though he has never set foot in Ostoya himself, he knows well what a life spent in such a place would be like. Sometimes he still feels the phantom of Orrian corruption on his skin. ] I am impressed that your people insist on persevering and surviving in such a place; that must make your services especially valuable.

[ If it weren't for the continual compulsion in his mind driving him to Orr, he would have never set foot in that cursed island.

At this point, the lump in the sand is starting to look a lot like...an airship. ]


I spent much of my life in a land similar to yours. While I doubt our circumstances were very similar, I understand your hardship.

[ Trahearne was alone, for one. ]
pactmarshal: SKULL EMOJI (bruh i fukin)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-02-01 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Adelis had bristled when Trahearne extended to him the same sentiment Mishka does to him now; yet here Mishka was, offering apologies without, perhaps, knowing of life besides the wretchedness of Ostoya. Or without even knowing that Trahearne was lucky that he always had the choice, one that often went against his instincts, to leave and recuperate in Lion's Arch, or at home in the Grove.

He never thought himself lucky being so tightly bound to Orr--would he ever call the fact that he survived "stubbornness" or "tenacity," when that he managed to live through that ordeal at all simply came from fear and his desire to hide? He'll never know.

At last he looks up from his little work of art. There's a proud glint in his eye when he regards Mishka, one that admires him and his people for persevering, despite the odds against them. He wonders if people did actually choose to live on Orr, they would be like the Ostoyans.

The question, though, is a nice distraction from his memories of Orr. ]


This is an airship. [ He carefully digs a deeper moat around it, trying not to disturb the sides of the drying sand. ] The Glory of Tyria, to be more precise. The pinnacle of our technological advance, and a shining beacon of what can be done when Tyrians unite in the face of adversity.

[ It's the pride of the Pact. ]
Edited 2023-02-01 13:56 (UTC)
pactmarshal: (hope and pride)

[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-02-02 09:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Trahearne shakes his head. It sure as hell was not. Though he did have some political basis to stand on--the charr-human peace treaty, the unsteady respect with which everyone held the asura, considering their control over travel--getting the orders, which were already multiracial organizations, to stop bickering for one second to focus their attention on Zhaitan was a stress he had never imagined in his life beforehand to be undertaking.

But they did it. And the hope they--he felt in the wake of their victory was indescribable. If only he could share that joy with the likes of Mishka and Adelis. They'd likely benefit from it. ]


I have. [ He lifts his head as a sea breeze comes over them. His eyes shut, recalling the one--and only--time he got to stand upon her deck. How full of hope he had been in that moment, too. ]

It's indescribable--the feeling of flight. One feels so indomitable from the skies. That there is nothing in this world that can hold you down.

[ His eyes peel open as he turns his attention back to Mishka. ]

I wish there was a way I could show you what it's like.

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