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Wednesday October 23rd 2019
Who: Declan and Garret
What: A forced conversation (and sexy times)
Where: First on the grounds, then inside
When: Late day
Rating: NSFW
It took about three minutes of looking at the computer and mulling it over before Garret decided to track Declan down outside and get some answers. Since when had he decided that he wanted to go home? Making a decision to move back to Ireland was huge, and Declan didn't make decisions like this on a whim. So what brought this about all of a sudden?
As Garret strode over the grounds, looking for the telltale pile of clothing that said Declan was shifted and getting his roots into the soil, he thought about if he had been neglecting his friend. It was likely- when Garret got caught up in himself, he tended to neglect things. People, mostly. Maybe Declan thought that he wouldn't really be missed when he left.
Finally, Garret spotted the tidy pile of clothing, and a few yards away he saw the very familiar dryad in his natural, arbor form. "So, I have to assume that Irish soil is somehow better than American soil, hmm?" he said, making his way over and settling himself at the base of Declan's trunk, resting his back against him. "That's got to be the reason you're abandoning me."
( I thought we told each other everything. I didn't see this coming, though. )
What: A forced conversation (and sexy times)
Where: First on the grounds, then inside
When: Late day
Rating: NSFW
It took about three minutes of looking at the computer and mulling it over before Garret decided to track Declan down outside and get some answers. Since when had he decided that he wanted to go home? Making a decision to move back to Ireland was huge, and Declan didn't make decisions like this on a whim. So what brought this about all of a sudden?
As Garret strode over the grounds, looking for the telltale pile of clothing that said Declan was shifted and getting his roots into the soil, he thought about if he had been neglecting his friend. It was likely- when Garret got caught up in himself, he tended to neglect things. People, mostly. Maybe Declan thought that he wouldn't really be missed when he left.
Finally, Garret spotted the tidy pile of clothing, and a few yards away he saw the very familiar dryad in his natural, arbor form. "So, I have to assume that Irish soil is somehow better than American soil, hmm?" he said, making his way over and settling himself at the base of Declan's trunk, resting his back against him. "That's got to be the reason you're abandoning me."
( I thought we told each other everything. I didn't see this coming, though. )