[ It takes a lot to find the will to stop kissing Syrlya, each press of their lips, each brush of their tongues making up for every day, hour they've missed.

But Trahearne is mindful. ]

I think... [ A kiss. ] ...I should show you... [ another kiss ] ...where I'm going to put all... [ and another. ] ...my new books and scrolls.

[ Trahearne's hands glide up his back as he himself gets up, supporting him into a sitting position. With a little mischievous smile, he grasps Syrlya's hand--the firmness of the ring between them causing a little flutter in his stomach--and stands from the couch, and takes him out of the living room.

Though it's still only one floor, the house is much bigger. Trahearne takes Syrlya down a hallway that did not exist before, and into a door at the end of it. Inside sits a sizeable bed, a mostly-empty bookshelf, a familiar-looking folding table resting against the wall, a chest of drawers, and a large, floor-length mirror standing beside it. For reference. For later. :nyan:

As the door closes behind them, Trahearne spins around and sweeps his other arm around Syrlya's waist, pulling him into a close, but gentle hold. They could dance like this, he thinks, as he leans over him, admiring the delicate lines of his face. ]

As you can see... [ His voice dips as he does. ] ...I have plenty of room for books, now.

[ Trahearne's lips are about mold with Syrlya's again when he speaks, he appropriately pulls back to look at him when he speaks.

And when he hears what he has to say, his brows raise slightly. Intrigue, and surprise. ]

Are they coming with us? [ There is the faintest hint of expectation in his voice, too. ] You've spoken with them? And the goddess?

[ Trahearne doesn't catch the us either, or the significance behind it. This is probably the second best piece of news he's received all day. ]

That is a relief. [ He straightens, smile widening as he loosens his hold on Syrlya. ] I would hate to know they would have to return--from what little I've seen, I don't like it. [ Like Orr, but on high octane depression and vampires! Truly the worst. ]

I know how much we both care for them. I would be happy to have them in Tyria. And I'm sure Tyria would love to have them, too.

[ Hmm. Trahearne tilts his head slightly; it takes a moment for him to respond as he studies Syrlya.

He's starting to see a lot of "I'll do it" from him. He knows Syrlya has always been an eager helper, but he does not have to shoulder all this responsibility alone. Being a hero must be...hard. ]

Let me help you. [ Trahearne's hands drift up to rest on Syrlya's shoulders, an earnest plea to at least consider his request. ] With our power and influence combined, their transition into life on Tyria will be an easy one.

[ Trahearne's mouth twists wryly. That's fair. At this point, it still feels like some time has passed, but only a few seasons, by virtue of living in Crescentview. Not years. It will probably hit him when they arrive, and he sees how much has changed. ...And how many people they've lost. ]

I've not forgotten. [ Knowing and experiencing are two different things, but. ] But I still have bonds in the life I lived before I met you. I will see to it that they are of use.

[ He squeezes Syrlya's shoulders. ] Do not shoulder this by yourself. I am here for you.

I know. I can't help it.

[ And he's going to keep worrying, because that's what he does.

He leans in to kiss him on the forehead. ]

Either way, I'm looking forward to our new life on Tyria with them. That's quite an exciting piece of news. Thank you, Syrlya.

[ Ah. Right. Trahearne's expression drops a bit at the reminder.

Bringing in people--humans--from another reality would not be totally out of place, but to bring back someone as... Well. Someone who might have been of some import, once upon a time, is going to be different.

Life definitely isn't going to be like how it was before. Or easy. The thought of all the attention causes him to wilt a bit. ]

It's going to be that bad, is it? [ His mouth twists. ] If there's anything I can do to make this easier on you, tell me.

[ He sighs a bit at the reminder--he's sure it'll settle in further when he actually sees what seven years looks like. But for now, it's a factoid that gets set aside. ]

Should I not bring up the goddess, then? I feel mentioning you found me in the Mists would have the opposite effect.

[ People trying to break into the Mists to find lost loves ones to bring them back... That definitely hasn't happened before or anything. ]

[ After a moment of thought, Trahearne nods. ]

All right. We can go over the details at a later date. I'll think things over to prepare in the meanwhile. But for now--

[ His hands drop to snake around Syrlya's waist, coaxing him closer. ]

--I still haven't properly thanked you for my ring yet.