#see! trammander flowers are here!!

[i-mybrunettelady]

18 + 35 mushed together pls <3 - moonlit-grove

Thank you for the prompt <3 Sorry it’s a little late, but I do hope I can redeem myself with some Trammander domestic fluff??

--- prompts: short pecks + wake-up kisses 

--- Orr, 1332 AE

Living with another person is, in Nyra’s opinion, rather weird at first. Over the course of her life, she’s developed habits suited for a solitary adventurer, or one with occasional assistance along the way, not regular, domestic bliss she seems to have fallen into in that old, half-destroyed ruin she shares with Trahearne while they visit Orr. There’s Dagonet, too, and the jokes of the other Firstborn being her brothers and sisters by law are starting to become a reality now.

It’s in how early she gets up, how much she’s able to accomplish before the day truly begins, how vast it feels because of a lack of structure that wartime usually gives. She almost doesn’t know what to do with all that time, but she’s loathe to wake Trahearne from his sleep just to occupy her. Thankfully, Dagonet suffers from the same infliction so they walk by the beach, he keeps her company while she does her morning exercise regimen.

Life without war looks very strange.

That morning, she wakes as early as she usually does, so by the time she’s done the exercises, bathed in the nearby spring and chopped up some fruit for breakfast, her lover is still asleep. Nyra’s wet hair slaps against the back of her cotton shirt as she moves to place the flowers named after them - endemic to Orr, no less - on the table. It’s so quiet that she’s afraid of making something more than a step on the tips of her toes. She’ll need to call her therapist soon, but for now, she can enjoy a moment of genuine happiness she hasn’t felt in years.

“It’s late,” she says as she settles on what they call bed. “Wake up! You’ll sleep the day away!”

Trahearne just settles against her and gives a little snore. He doesn’t snore, so Nyra knows he’s teasing her.

“I mean, I could visit the reliquaries with Dagonet, if you want to sleep,” she says with mock innocence, “but I know you wanted to go. You should see what Dwayna’s looks like! A lot of wind and water! And there’s an ancient magical statue, too!”

His lip curls, but his eye doesn’t open. Nyra laughs, leaning over his face with a smirk.

“I know what’ll do the trick,” she decides, kissing him. That earns her a look when they part.

“Watching you go about your morning was really nice,” he comments. “You almost had me with the reliquaries, though.”

“You scholar,” she shakes her head, peppering kisses over his face. She avoids the dragonrot scars, before eventually settling on incessant pecks on the lips.

“Kisses are nice too,” he murmurs. “I like kisses as much as temples.”

“Good thing you can have both,” she says between pecks. “How about kisses in temples?”

He pulls her down until their foreheads are touching. She has to rearrange her stance on the bed, but it allows her to properly run her fingers through the leaves on his head.

“Even better,” he laughs. “Good morning, Lyss. Now let’s eat that fruit before it goes stale.”

#gw2 #alysannyra #traehearne #trammander #inspo birb has come to town #see! trammander flowers are here!! #i know the canon says dagonet was in orr between 1328 and 1330 AE #but like i yeeted that away #so in nero-verse #botanist teams are still in orr #on and off #also the idea of nyra + other firstborn just brings me joy #cause they love their brother and see he's found someone he really loves and is happy with #pre-resurrection she felt like she robbed them of a brother #so she avoided them #but like... not now #now they're buddies again #also dagonet being in kryta so often means he knows more about whats happening there than she does #moonlit-grove #thank you for the ask!