An Untimely Reunion

[shivvymetimbers]

Characters: Bastien & Trahearne
Date: Backdated to the 14th of October.
Location: The Dreaming Bridge, Trahearne's lodgings.
Situation: A reunion between two star-crossed lovers and the possible harassment of one little bat-kitten.
Warnings/Rating: PG-13


It took no time for Bastien to fetch the wine and the snacks but what took time was for the pirate to calm his nerves. He's back. He's back in this odd little world again after closing his eyes and being lulled into slumber. The last time was here, Bastien had felt oddly tired, almost as if someone sapped all the life out of him. He stretched out on the sand after a good swim and never awoke. His world went blank and everything just faded away into nothingness. Bastien was gone. Erased from this world with a mere thought. Now that he been returned here, Bastien can't help but feel grateful.

While there's still several things he would like to inquire about the Dreaming and Aifaran itself, Bastien settles on seeing his 'pretty fern' first. He raps his knuckles at the door with a merry hum, his amber eyes alight with joy. The pirate looks very much the same with that signature turquoise bandana wrapped around his forehead. However, he went through the painstaking task of combing his absurdly long hair and actually picking up some fresh clothing.

"Trahearne~?" He sweetly calls for him while shifting the basket of goodies he brought upon his arm. That bottle of red is a little heavy. "Open up, luv! I got us food and drink." Bastien is feeling mighty proud of himself.

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[necrocabbage]

Trahearne has been waiting a bit anxiously ever since he spoke to Bastien, even doing a little pacing. He's starting to think that he should've told Bastien not to bother with the food and just come directly over, but it was now too late to change his mind.

Trahearne had, in fact, been quietly mourning Bastien ever since it became clear that the pirate had disappeared. He regretted not getting to know him better, not taking enough initiative, not spending more time with him - second-guessing himself was already like second nature, and that situation was no different. All the while Trahearne had come to think of Konryu as some sort of psuedo-afterlife, but with everything it's done to him in the meantime, it's increasingly difficult to regard it that way anymore.

Practically jumping to his feet at the sound of the knock, Trahearne hurried to the door and opened it, pausing just briefly to take in the sight of him. It made his chest ache again to see that Bastien looked no different, except for the bruising. "Bastien," he breathed, reaching out to run a hand down his arm before taking the bottle of wine from him. "Please, come in. Make yourself comfortable."

The room he shares looks much like the others in the Dreaming Bridge, except that only two of the beds appear to be lived in at the moment. There's a small table they can sit at, and a set of hydroponics shelves against one wall, growing a variety of healthy plants. There's also a couple of small dishes on the floor near the bed that has books stacked on the nightstand.