@mechabeaar
location: on the path between cabins
notes: setting this post path if okay :3
it’s later than he meant to come by—moon already high, the camp quieter now, the songs and laughter faded to a low hum somewhere distant. raúl finds him near the tree line, where the ground softens under wild grass and the scent of crushed clover drifts up with every step.
for a moment, he just stands there, hands tucked into his pockets, watching the way bear catches the moonlight: strong lines softened, shoulders eased like he’s not quite on guard. it makes something in raúl’s chest loosen, just a little.
“hey,” he says, voice low but steady, carrying easy across the short distance. a faint smile tugs at the corner of his mouth—smaller than what he wears around crowds, but real.
he closes the gap, stopping close enough they don’t have to raise their voices. the memory of the field—hands tangled in flowers, breathless laughter, the way they’d pulled each other close without thinking too hard—flickers through his mind. it softens his gaze, makes his next words come out quieter:
“been meaning to find you,” he admits. his shoulders lift, half-shrug, half-breath. “wanted to see you. properly, this time. if you’ve got some time for little old me.”
there’s an openness in his stance that wasn’t there before—like he’s still figuring out what it feels like to ask instead of assume, to offer instead of take. his voice, though, stays warm, almost teasing at the edges: “promise i’m not here just to drag you into another field. not this time. my cabin's not far, though.” he pauses, gaze steady but softer than it used to be. “figured maybe we could… talk. catch up. i know nothing about you, like at all. i'm also living on my own in now, so...”
