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Bisera was walking along the beach, though not out of sight of Xarnith at the moment. He was deep in thought over the rather long list of things that he'd leaned just recently. All things that he was trying to wrap his head around as he wanted to try to figure it out. Xarnith had a relationship with the Matorian, Mano, who seemed to be with Kyrian. Now on top of that Xarnith seemed to have feelings for Bisera... and Bisera was just confused. He felt as though he was a bit out of the loop too because it seemed as though such things were normal for everyone else... but not him. Was he the weird one then?

Leaning over he scooped up another clam, his main reason for pacing up and down the beach, and put it in the basket he carried. He wanted the clams for various reasons, the main ones being food and pearls, but also they were a distraction. If he looked busy then he would be able to have time to think, right? The more he thought the more he seemed to go in circles though which was starting to drive him a bit buggy... maybe he should just talk to Xarnith?

Glancing his way he swallowed hair, then lifted a hand to give the other man a way. Bravery wasn't one of Bisera's strong suits. Sure, he wandered off all the time in search of things but that was more stupidity or being easily distracted, not bravery.

Bisera gave a little squeak, nearly dropping the basket he was carrying as Xarnith jumped down from his perch and started toward him. He was coming over here? That meant that they were going to talk then? He didn't even know where he was supposed to say yet! As Xarn came to stand before him he said, "H-Hello!" Luckily he didn't have to say much more then that before Xarnith was talking. He starred up at him for a long moment then said, "I... what do you mean? The tension would build up..?" Was Xarnith unhappy then because he was so oblivious?

"Ahh... I... am sorry, I didn't mean to make it odd either I was just... confused I guess?" He hadn't meant to make this odd but maybe he was lacking when it came to relationships and definitely open relationships.

Bisera lifted his dark eyed gaze to look up at Xarnith when the other put his hands on Bisera's shoulders, blinking a couple times. What he wanted with Bisera was different from Mano... it seemed that Mano was the sort to love many people while Xarnith said that he wasn't like that, he only loved Bisera. What did that mean for Mano though? Head cocking to one side he seemed to try to wrap his mind around it and then said, "So... then you are just... in lust with Mano?" He supposed he could understand that, the man was handsome and filled to the brime with confidence and compliments.

Giving a slow nod he murmured, "It's... sudden for me, yes... but I feel bad. You were made to suffer with such feelings alone after all." He'd missed the fact that Xarnith had feelings for him, to the point that he was ready to marry him off the moment that his friend showed up with a woman he loved. To think that instead Xarnith had been harboring all sorts of feelings that he was unaware of, it was... hard and he couldn't help but to feel bad. That his friend was so bothered by such things and now it was Bisera's turn as he found himself on the precipice. What he said, which way he moved, would determine a lot of things and... it risked him losing Xarnith as a friend as well.

"Ah!" Bisera's thoughts were for a moment captured by the glittering of the crystal hair tie that Xarnith wore as it fell, having accidentally been removed when Xarnith rand his fingers through his hair. Bisera took a knee, reaching out to pick it up for his friend... no, not friend... how was he supposed to look at Xarnith now? Was he something more akin to a suitor now instead of a friend? He wasn't really certain. Swallowing hard he asked, "I... are you still... my friend, Xarnith? I'm not good with people, I miss a lot of important things because I get caught up in my work. I'm not sure how I should react yet or look at you going forward..." He murmured, hands closing tightly around the crystal accessory he held.

Bisera looked down as Xarnith wrapped his strong hands around his own, something that made him feel a little bit better in the moment. That he said they were still friends was a relief but he also knew that there was much more then friendship on Xarnith's mind and it was something that he really had to think about. There was that part of him that wanted to take the leap, to go forward with Xarnith just as he had been doing ever since he'd first met him so many days and miles before.

Looking up at him for a moment he tilted his head to one side against the hand stroking his cheek and asked, "Why...? I mean... why keep it secret from me if you were so bothered?" Especially if it was something that he only meant to share if he was either super bothered by it or someone else tried to steal Bisera away? It was something that worried him a bit, wondering what might have happened if someone else had expressed interest in Bisera. Would Xarnith have gotten mad? Would he have wanted to fight with that person? He had to admit that he was glad it didn't come to that. It once more made him feel guilty though that he'd missed everything that Xarnith was feeling because he was made to deal with such feelings all alone.

"I really am sorry, Xarnith." He murmured, lifting up on his tip toes to press a kiss to the other man's forehead.

"A-Ah..." He gave a slow shake of his head. He felt bad about that, not wanting Xarnith to think that he had to be fearful when it came to Bisera but... what would he have done if he'd confessed before? He couldn't really say because as it stood everything was a little odd due to how his feelings had come to light. He couldn't really say how things might have gone if a different path had been taken instead of the one that they now found themselves treading upon.

As his friend withdrew he starred up at him, opening his mouth for a moment... then closed it again, nodding his head. Xarnith didn't want him to accept his feelings because he was guilted into it... but what if he wasn't sure from here on out? What if he ended up with feelings for Xarnith, how would he even know if they were genuine instead of ones brought about because he felt bad for hurting Xarnith in such a manner. After handing Xarnith his crystal hair tie back he said, "You don't have to protect me, Xarnith. I won't demand such a thing of you when you're made to suffer by my oblivious nature." It would be heartless of him to demand that Xarnith stay at his side given everything he'd said, wouldn't it?

Squatting down he picked up the basket of clams that he'd been gathering hugging the thing to his chest tightly, "I... should get back to collecting clams... so we have something for dinner." He murmured, starring down into the basket for the time being.

Bisera gave a soft sigh, glancing up at Xarnith as he was pulled in for a hug. He was getting more and more confusing, wasn't he? He wasn't sure what he saw, what he should do... he felt as though Xarnith himself wasn't sure what to do either given his mixed signals. He then asked him if he he could 'honestly court him'. He gave a humming sound before he said, "I... maybe? I mean... would you trust me? You just said you were worried I could be guilted into having such feelings..."

Lifting a hand he rubbed it against his face and said, "I... am bad at figuring such things out... and I don't want to go about such things in the... wrong way." What if he messed up? What if he did the wrong thing? Said the wrong thing? Glancing up at Xarnith he said, "I do want to think... it will help me wrap my mind around everything and figure everything out."

As Xarnith released him he shifted the basket he carried and started forward toward the water, "I will... start digging for the clams. Did you.... want to join me?"

Bisera paused in moving toward the beack as he was suddenly tugged back a step to stand next to him. He looked up at Xarnith for a moment, then looked in the direction that he was pointing. He blinked a couple of times, then became completely mesmerized by what he saw. The way that the sun was causing the water to look a deep, dark purple, the way that the surface was shining so beautifully. It was grand and gave him all manner of ideas that he wanted to set to sketching... but one step in that direction caused the clams to rattle in the basket.

Dropping his gaze he realized that he was distracted yet again from the task at hand. He looked down at his basket then said, "I really want to sketch some ideas I am getting... but I need to get the clams first! I really want a chance at the pearls after all. Well... that and food, of course!" He wouldn't waste them after all. They would be delicious and they would provide pearls... or at least he hoped so. Starting forward he waded into the glittering water to his knees and started to gather clams once more.