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[thefirstbloom]

❧ Contact Trahearne by voice, image, or find him at his apartment in the free district of Verens. He works at Paulson's Books.

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[thefirstbloom]

Then perhaps, objectively, this one will be better. [He chuckles, moving a hand to the small of Syrlya's back to pull him up into another kiss. He wasn't purposely trying to embarrass him, but... Alright, maybe a little.

Knowing Syrlya wasn't appalled by it ensured the second wasn't rushed. He shuts his eyes and relaxes against him, enjoying the smell of lavender the other's emotions brought. Though unintentional, he thought, it sets the mood.]

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya squeaks as he's pulled into another kiss, and not he's not entirely certain any of this is real. Maybe he slipped in the kitchen and hit is head and this is all a fever dream?

... But if it is, he doesn't want it to stop yet. So he presses his hand against Trahearne's chest and slowly relaxes as the second kiss is softer and calmer.]

[thefirstbloom]

[It better not be, because Trahearne wouldn't have the courage to do this all over again.

The flowers that'd sprouted bloomed at his delight with Syrlya's response. He decides to let Syrlya choose when to end it, the corners of his lips already forming into a another smile.]

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya does, eventually, pulling his hands away to hold one of Trahearne's and wring it nervously in his fingers. Hope Trahearne didn't need it.

He rocks back on his heels and looks down bashfully.] ... I did not think I would ever experience that.

[thefirstbloom]

[Even if he did, it's much better in Syrlya's anyway. He smiles and goes to squeeze the one around his palm.]

I did not think you would ever want that. [Did he really... want that... Trahearne. Was that what he was thinking when he said it. The answer is no, but he doesn't know that.]

[chronosynthesis]

Mm. [Syrlya scrunches his face and then sighs dramatically. He lightly smacks his hand against Trahearne's arm.] Aren't you scandalous, wooing your Commander!

[He smiles wryly as he looks back up at Trahearne.] Aren't you still tired from your challenge?

[thefirstbloom]

If only the Pact knew. I'm sure they would all celebrate. [He laughed, pulling back with a shake of his head. The more he thought about the Pact the less he smiled, though, so he was quick to change the subject.]

I am, but I will rest soon. [Had he really slept since the challenge? No, not really. Perhaps that's why he wasn't thinking so clearly.]

[chronosynthesis]

Ah--ha ha, of course... ["Celebrating" is not what he would expect from the Pact or its officers. But he isn't going to burst Trahearne's bubble.]

You should rest right now! You look like you can barely stand, I will... I will make you some tea! To sleep.

[thefirstbloom]

[He could barely stand because he was falling for Syrlya... Thank the Pale Tree he isn't one to make that pun out loud.

Instead he just smiled to himself, and reluctantly withdrew his hand.] As I have said before, you are too kind. I would appreciate that.

[chronosynthesis]

Of course! Of course... [He gives Trahearne a gentle nudge.] Now, bed! I will be in with your tea shortly.

[thefirstbloom]

Yes, Commander. [Trahearne rolls his eyes and moves around him to go into the bedroom. He glanced back over his shoulder at Syrlya before laughing and getting into bed.]