Vatheon Voicemail.

[rebull]

"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.-

Comments

[aim_exorable]

[He will never mind. Ever.]

[He had been hoping his words would diffuse the situation, but Lysunder just looks so arousingly attractive with his cunning and confidence, Darkleer can only stay seated and bite down on his lip as he gets up.]

Every way that I can imagine, yes.

[rebull]

Maybe we should find a more personal place then, hey? [Moves a hand down to grip one of Darkleer's horns, pulling at it a little and rubbing his hands against it's hard surface.]

[aim_exorable]

I really did mean to simply... [Oh, oh no, horn touching, pulling, help. Darkleer's shoulders start to slump.] Aah...

[rebull]

Mean to... get up? Come on big boy, on your feet. [A smile, pulling a little more before taking his hand away.]

[aim_exorable]

[Something is getting up.]

I meant to simply deliver the flowers, that is all. [But he gets to his feet!]

[rebull]

[Haha, I get it.]

Heh, okay. [Juuuust a smile still, pocketing his hands as he starts on his way to the stairwell.]

[aim_exorable]

[He follows like a helplessly adoring puppy, finger snagging the back of Summoner's shirt.]

...I love you.

[Just had to get that out.]

[rebull]

[He stops, looking down, his smile fades a little, softer, and he twists and arm around him to grip Darkleer's hand before he turns to look at him.]

I love you too.

[Because was there ever a question of him not?]

[aim_exorable]

I know.

[There never was.]