crescentview | FALL CATCH-ALL

[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. ]

[Yes, paying attention would be a good thing... after a moment like this, Syrlya nudges Trahearne to straighten up and peels off his arm. His hand slides down to hold Trahearne's instead.] I really did enjoy this.

[ Reluctantly, Trahearne straightens, fingers entwining with Syrlya's. ]

As did I. [ He chuckles a bit. Not because anything was particularly funny--just out of joy. ] And I would like to do it again.

The restaurant again, or somewhere else? [He taps his chin, thoughtful.] I do still have wine-tasting on my card, and I have heard that there's a proper inn at the hotsprings now. No need to camp.

Oh! [ Trahearne's face lights up a little. ] I've yet to find anyone to go wine tasting with. Though it is bingo, I would be delighted to share that experience with you.

[ And he grins, glancing over at him. ] And perhaps we can try again at the hot springs, too. I don't mind where I sleep, especially when I'm with you, but it would be nice to check out the inn.

[ Except just. not bang in it. rip diluc ]

[The inn is probably safe for banging... probably.]

I wonder if Diluc offers wine tasting? If you don't mind his establishment. I believe Otegine was having him brew rice wine with some of our crop. [Now that he's picked up on the jealousy undertones of... that.] Otherwise there is the other winery.

[ Diluc and Kaeya feel like distant memories right now. Trahearne only tilts his head in thought. ]

Of course I don't mind. Especially if he's having wine brewed on behalf of your roommate. [ And he makes a mental note to be extra gross with Syrlya in front of Diluc.

And speaking of being gross, as they reach the edge of town, Trahearne slows their leisurely pace even more and brings Syrlya's hand up to gently brush his lips on his knuckles. ]

The thought of spending even more time with you like this fills my heart with immeasurable joy.

[Syrlya's cheeks blush a little as Trahearne kisses his knuckles, and he giggles.]

Then I'll give him a visit and see what sort of reservation we need.

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