Vatheon Voicemail.

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"Heeeey, Lysunder's voicemail here, and if you weren't looking for me, well then lucky you, leave a message anyway and maybe it will be the start of something revolutionary. Beep."

For the record, that first beep was him just saying beep. The real beep is in a few seconds.

-Beep.-

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okay i'm done /lays here and lights a cigarette????

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Do you like it?

...1/-

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[Slowly-]

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[Sliding down-]

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[The wall.]

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[Face in hands.]

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[Oh god.]

[Face heating up- it's, so embarrassing-]

done...

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Y-y- [Struggling a bit here.] Y-yeah...

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Are you sure?

[Hopeful and worried...]

You somewhat... [Slid down the wall...]

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Nn- [Just nods his head frantically.]

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[crud did he kill his matesprit]

[it was the swearing wasn't it]

[he knew he went too far]

Just breathe, Lysunder. Eat a chocolate rose.

[rebull]

[Yeah just going to shove the rest of that rose into his mouth now and hope his face turns back to it's regular grey. Ugh, he can charm and romance others no problem, but once someone else lays it on that thick he just-]

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[Okay, no, he just, can't stand her doing nothing... Darkleer is just going to tentatively approach.. Maybe... reach out to brush his fingers against one hot cheek...]

When's the last time you reacted in such a way, so flustered by the things I said...

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Ah- been a w-while. [Like when he came back to all those messages in his inbox... Damnit, Darkleer, why do you have to be such a bleeding heart?]

[The cool feel of fingers is nice and he slides a hand up to grasp Darkleer's hand in his own, leaning his head against it as he takes in a deep breath and opens his eyes again.] I'd say you didn't have to, but uh, I uh think you're getting pretty interested in keeping me speechless, hey? Not much a 'have to' anymore.

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[He didn't get to see that reaction when it happened, so that doesn't count.]

I cannot help that you produce such a gorgeous and pitiful reaction sometimes in the face of things. [He strokes his thumb against his skin.] You know I'm here for you, don't you?

[rebull]

Ah ha- [A nervous laugh, shaking his head, still facing the floor, knees up infront of him. Lysunder's fingers clench around his hand a bit more, stopping the movement, face growing a little more somber.]

I do, but that- that makes things harder. But I uh, I think you know that. [His brows furrow, face still rather serious though.] You heard the message, there's nothing- nothing for me to really inform you the situation's pretty clear. [A breath.] Especially considering you know what happened between her and I back home.

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...Of course.

[The smile slips from his face. It had been so easy to forget for a moment, although perhaps he had simply been too eager. But life isn't so easy. He can't forget that.]

I know. It would be impossible for me not to. You told me that you still loved her the moment you returned. [A breath of his own.] In the end, if that is your decision, know that I won't cause any problems for you. You've done far too much for me to let me do that in good conscience. I'm a better person for having met you.

If.

[He gives a dry smile.]

Until then, I think we both know what a stubborn old horse I am with how long it took me to even admit my feelings for you in the first place. [Taking back his hand, he pushes himself up to his feet.] I just came to deliver the flowers. Try to take care of yourself, alright, Lysunder? Sollux will worry.

[He will too, but that doesn't need to be said.]

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[he doesn't have much to say in response to that, just watching him stand with a somber look on his face. If, so- he hates to think this, but he knows how Darkleer has a tendency to roll over sometimes and take misfortunes that happen to him- but if, how did he mean that? The idea of choosing either of them leaves him still feeling terrible, he's tried to weight them and just, doesn't know how describe certain things to himself. Ugh he's, he's really too old for these types of romance problems... But Mindfang hasn't exactly come after him yet, maybe she is accepting what he said in her own way?]

[Ugh, why do no words come out os his mouth, he knows if he tries it'll just be something like 'uh' or some stuttered mess. So he just looks at him from the floor.]

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Lysunder.

[He leans down a bit, putting one hand on his shoulder.]

Promise me you'll take care of yourself. Chocolate roses can only keep you going for so long.

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[His head drops a little, moving a hand up to limply grab Darkleer's wrist, tugging on it slightly.]

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[Slowly, he starts to loosen his grip, unsure of what's being asked of him.]

Lysunder?

[rebull]

[He tugs again, trying to pull Darkleer's hand and arm around his head, getting him lower, reaching for Darkleer's other hand with his to do the same as the first.]

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[Oh.]

[Gently, he brings himself to his knees and wraps his arms around Summoner. His face is pressed up against that place where his horn reaches his skull. Not doing anything, just resting there.]

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[Lysunder pulls in a deep breath, going limp against him, his arms up around his head. He stares into his smooth black hair for a moment before closing his eyes, lowering his head against Darkleer's shoulder, linking his arms a little tighter.]

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[There's so much to say but... This situation doesn't need it. Words aren't needed at all, now. They just need the two of them, touching, knowing the other is there.]

[Gently, Darkleer starts to rub the back of Summoner's neck. He makes sure to keep his fingers away from his wings, for once.]