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

[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.]