Sun and Moon (Adair)

The crackling firelight brings to mind unpleasant memories. The smell of burning flesh, the sound of heat and moisture fizzling out--
but there he is. Adair's eyes are so blue. He sighs, pulling himself out of his forlorn reverie and makes his way alongside the golden knight, ears pressed back against his head. He doesn't fully understand what the significance of coming here is-- He knows the bonfire holds some cultural meaning, but the emotional one is something he has yet to be educated on. Rionnach is technically his homeland, and yet he feels like a stranger, out of place outside of only the most cold places-- physically, and socially. And yet... he is warmed by the appearance of his former companion. Words left unspoken, feelings left unsaid, emotions left unresolved; all forgotten, and meaningless in the moment in Melrose where they'd met again.
"So tell me... what are we doing here?" he asks, lacking the roughness in his tone that is usually reserved for such questioning. Adair has a special way of softening his shell, however minuscule the effect may seem to an outsider. Maybe Adair isn't aware of it himself. He doesn't even know if he'll ever manage to choke out the words he so desperately wants him know, so instead of saying them he balls them up and stuffs them down deep into the recesses of his heart, where they'll grow stale and cold. He hopes.
"It is....some sort of celebration, right?"

@Adair

the world was one big dream

Flickers of the flames lick at their shadows, chasing them away with each flare. Burning at the touch — as Adair does when Leesi and he brush fur occasionally when they walked, when the seasons were changing. But tonight at the bonfire, there is no need for such touching. The smoldering logs are enough to keep the air of summer, even when it is long gone.

'So tell me...' Adair's head tilted upwards, the first time he'd really looked at Ecclesias and not just stolen brief glances. Through his long eyelashes, gazing over what could only be known as the conductor of the woodland creature's heart. The man tensed up for a moment, as if he'd been found out. Why had Adair invited him in the first place... Well... honestly, he didn't want to go alone. And he wanted to know more about the stoic ice man. It seemed he could never have done the crime he was committed for.

So when he's offered an out (a question of the festival) he takes it and runs, "Yes! It's.. Samhain. It's a time where the Otherworld doors open.. Those from the beyond can come and speak to us." Adair explained, with an icy shiver jutting down his spine, making him shake briefly — even though he was so close to the fire. So close to Leesi. Still the grip on his past, on those who might come from the grave just to haunt him; it's enough to make him want to curl up and atone once again. "It's a festival for the dead." And those stuck in the in between.

"Speak and be heard."

code by claerie

A festival for the dead? He regards him with a an almost blank stare before his expression morphs into something more contemplative, eventually fading into deep thought as his gaze turns back to the fire. It has re-awoken something in him, some sort of dark memories. And then the wind carried Adair's scent to him again, and snaps him free of his reverie. "I see. It's... it's understandable. I'm... sure there are people who want to say goodbye." Not him. He said his goodbyes long ago, and it cost him so much more than he could ever hope to recoup. And yet... He lifts his gaze from the flames to Adair once again, watching the way the firelight dances across him. Is he handsome, or beautiful? Can he be both? It certainly seems so. "...I'm not sure how to pay my respects." The hunstman who raised him was a wild man, a hard man despite his warmth, and he did not much care for customs and that seemed to be passed on to Leesi, he struggles to declare his feelings in the right way. Instead, he clears his throat and decides that the best he can do is use the time to keep them in his thoughts--for those lost. And for futures unknown.
"..Thank you for coming with me."

The Guardian

@Adair