crescentview | FALL CATCH-ALL

[ Trahearne is so enamored with the sight before him that his reaction is much the same. He jumps when he sees movement in his peripheral vision, sheepishly lets go to make room, and pleased, observes the bowl of steaming risotto placed before him.

He offers a word of thanks as the waiter leaves, and he eagerly grabs his spoon. ]

This smells delicious.

[ And with one last, little glance at Syrlya, he digs in for a bite. Yummy. ]

[Syrlya down the rest of his second glass of champagne before reaching to just refill from the bottle himself.

He starts with a sip before he grabs his fork to cut through the salmon and take a bite. Careful, for once, as he doesn't want to make a mess of this dress.] It is delicious. The chef here is fantastic.

[ Trahearne is already several bites into his risotto by the time Syrlya looks up. He gives an enthusiastic nod as his eyes light up. ]

We're truly lucky.

[ They could easily be stuck with a bad chef. Or bad food. Or bad drinks. Or no restaurant at all. Trahearne reaches for his own glass to take a big sip. ]

In multiple ways, I think.

[ Back to the risotto! It's so good. ]

[Syrlya hums in affirmation., digging in for another bite. And another.]

Let me know now if you'd like to try this. [Otherwise he's going to finish it awfully quickly, it's so good.]

[ Trahearne pauses, and looks at the plate. That went quickly.

And since they'd done this at the resort already, he does it again. He leans forward, mouth open, ready to receive food. ]

[Syrlya does indeed cut a bit of salmon with plenty of sauce and scoops it onto his fork before stretching his arm to offer it to Trahearne.]

[ He closes his mouth over the fork, making sure none of it drips onto the table. And as he pulls back and chews, he beams a bit.

With an enthusiastic nod, he gives Syrlya his approval. That is good!

And while he's eating that, he takes a healthy spoonful of rice and tasty morsels and holds it up in offering. This is pretty good, too. ]

[Oh, well, if he's offering Syrlya sets his fork down so he can stand enough to carefully lean over and eat the risotto off his spoon. His expression lights up with approval as he sits down.

...

Dinner is nice. Syrlya is a little tipsy after three glasses of champagne, but it's really the mood of it all that has been buzzing with happiness.]

Should we share a dessert, or are you full?

[ The buzz of joy bounces between them, and Trahearne seems to have a silly little smile plastered on his face at all times at this point. He's almost certain it isn't the alcohol, either. ]

I say we may as well get the full experience while we're here. I'd like to share a dessert with you.

[ Dessert menu...is here! He scans it briefly before tapping the page. ]

Tiramisu?

Sure. [Tiramisu it is. Syrlya doesn't actually know what that is exactly but it promises cream and coffee... and anything sounds good three flutes in.

When dessert arrives, much quicker, Syrlya takes the fork to try and feed Trahearne the first bite.]

[ When the food comes to him, Trahearne leans in to bite it! They're getting good at this. They're so gross.

Trahearne takes his fork to repay the favor, but something about...the whole situation tickles him so much that he pauses, faint flush over his cheeks, and begins to...giggle? He giggles, affectionate gaze fixed on Syrlya. ]

[Is Trahearne... giggling?

Syrlya has to pause, because he's never heard such a sound out of Trahearne before. He sticks his fork into the tiramisu again, but doesn't quite cut the piece.] I'm sure you drank less than I did...

[ Indeed. Trahearne hasn't finished his third yet.

The joy is still on his voice, though-- ]

I find you more intoxicating than any drink, it seems.

[ It's true. If he had a heart, it would be bursting right now.

He composes himself enough to take a piece of the tiramisu with his fork and hold it out to Syrlya. ]

Flatterer. [He smiles coyly as he closes his lips around the fork, pressing together and dragging off it so he can claim all of the tiramisu.]

[ Trahearne is unusually focused on the way Syrlya's lips press and drag around the fork, to the point that his smile almost drops for a moment.

Oh...

He gulps.

When Syrlya pulls back, his smile comes back. ]

Isn't it good?

It is. [He drags his own fork, deftly twisting it in his fingers to offer Trahearne another bite.]

[ "when the ust rears its head on your cute dinner date"

Trahearne does the same, closing his lips over the portion of tiramisu. And for a brief moment, his eyes flit upwards to meet Syrlya's.

And he takes his food with him as he pulls back, already digging his fork into the last portion to feed Syrlya. ]

[The meeting of their eyes makes him pause as Trahearne repeats the gesture. There's the briefest clench in his stomach--he decides not to think about what it means.

Instead he leans for the last bite off Trahearne's fork--and tries to take that fork with him as he pulls his head back.]

[ He wants his fork?

Strange, but all right. Trahearne gingerly lets it slip from his fingers as Syrlya pulls back, and he, too, sits back in his chair. The smile is still on his face as he observes the other. ]

I have enjoyed this. A lot.

[ It's kind of sad it's almost over. He wants to keep spending time with him, like this. ]

[He's a little tipsy, but he looks amused as he claims the fork. He grabs it between his fingers, biting the tiramisu off before he licks all remnants of the dessert off the prongs. It's rude but it's a step above licking the plate.]

Hm... I'd say you redeemed yourself for last time. [He sounds pleased. Fork clear, he sets it down on his plate. He reaches for his pack and starts counting out the gold to help cover payment.]

[ As Syrlya finishes off the tiramisu, Trahearne downs the last of his champagne.

His lips are still at the edge of the glass at that comment, and he gives a little smile. He hopes so.

Drink down, he begins fishing out his own coins and plops down what he owes; he sidles out of his side of the booth and stops beside Syrlya, elbow out in offer. ]

And I hope to redeem myself many times over in the future.

[Their coin joins together on the table, and then Syrlya takes the offered arm as he stands with just a bit of a lean against Trahearne.]

Shall I escort you home this time?

I would be more than honoured.

[ Trahearne leans into him a little as well as they leave. His pace noticeably slows as they exit the restaurant and stand in the crisp autumn air. ]

Anything to let this night with you last a little longer.

[Syrlya beams up at him, cheek resting against his shoulder as they walk. He'll remember to look where they're going in a minute.]

[ When Syrlya comes to his shoulder, Trahearne presses his nose, his mouth to the crown of his head. It's very tempting to close his eyes, too, but he should be peripherally aware of where they're going.

He holds his arm closer to him. ]

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