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Well, we are mostly not under the effects of a curse for our stay here, when you add the time up, so it is considered normal in its own way.

[A light touch to his braid before he shrugs.]

It was getting in the way, so I had a robot braid it. It's nothing spectacular.

Mm, I like it- seems kinda uh- convenient? [His smile gets a little coy, but after, he hadn't meant it like that at first.]

But you know I like your hair down to most. Hell, I just uh- like your hair. [A small laugh.]

You know that. [A softer smile, pocketing his hands.]

I've certainly noticed a certain fondness for my hair, yes. [His smile softens as well, a little more genuine and relaxed. Not a whole lot, but enough.]

I'm not sure if I could choose one thing to like the most about you myself. [Tentatively, he pulls out a red carnation from behind his back and presses it lightly to Summoner's chest.] You're completely beautiful in so many ways, after all.

[His brows furrow a little, smile a bit apprehensive.]

Ah- c'mon Tink... [A nervous glance down to the flowor, then away, hands tightening in his pockets.]

[A slight chuckle.]

You know, always giving me such reactions just makes me want to do such romantic things even more. Maybe that is one of your most beautiful aspects.

Eh- How's- I don't really, get that.

Well.. That's alright. But...

[Leaning down a bit, he presses their foreheads together and lets his eyes close. There's still.. a lot he needs to talk with him about but for now. For now they can just be with each other. He doesn't know how long he'll still have the chance, after all.]

You don't hide. You're just... exposed, and vulnerable. Completely taken over by your emotions for me, by the words I say or the things I do. And it's beautiful.

Darkleer.. [He tenses a little, chest swelling as he pulls in a deep breath. Vulnerable, right, but- with everything going on with him, them... Mindfang. Vulnerable's the last thing he wants to be. Why was he such shit at this... romance. His nostrils flare, keeping his head tilted down.]

Yeah- right I uh, guess I get that a bit. The vulnerable thing.

[Not, admittedly, the reaction he was hoping for. Darkleer waits for a moment before sighing.]

You're one of the most important people to me, Lysunder. I wouldn't be anything if we hadn't kept talking to one another. Anything that makes you unhappy or uncomfortable... I'd stop in a heartbeat. I love you, and I just want you to be happy.

Do you understand that?

Ah, come on, don't, say that. You'd be a lot of things without me, and you know it, and a lot of people do.

[A sigh.]

Hey, being... being unhappy or uncomfortable, it's just a part of how things are, but I know, I feel that way too, which is why this is all, really tough for me. [Since he feels that way about Mindfang as well... There's really no way he can make both Darkleer and Mindfang happy in the end, and that inevitable partial loss is making this one hell of a riddle.]

Y-yeah... I uh, I do. [He pauses, his words hanging a bit before he moves up a hand to slowly touch Darkleer's, still holding that flower to his chest.]

I'd be something. But it wouldn't be the same.

[He won't budge on something like that. He knows that with everyone in Vatheon- the children, Psiioniic, Signless, Disciple, he still would have changed regardless. But Summoner was one the first. He reached out, he pushed, he argued- none of the children could do that.]

Do the actions between her and I make you uncomfortable?

Well yeah, w-why wouldn't they? [A lean back.]

[A slight frown when he pulls away, but Darkleer brushes the feelings off as best he can.]

Then we'll stop.

[He feels a kind of tightening in his chest, letting out a breath as if he had been holding it in. Soon his eyes close and he shakes his head.]

Don't- just, if it happening naturally just- [He hears an echo in his mind, he's said this before.] Just it happen, all right?

I'm already making enough trouble for the both of you, and even if... two trolls I love have to rip at either to feel better than I'll let 'em do what they have to to feel better.

We're causing you trouble, Lysunder, stop blaming yourself.

[After all, neither of them are backing them, Mindfang and him equally amounts of stubborn. Both of them pestering him.]

We can just as easily stop dealing with one another when it comes down to it. We... We had a fling, if it can even be enough to label it as such. That doesn't mean we are any kind of committed.

I have no idea if she has broached this topic, but I know well enough, as much as I wish I didn't, that... [A slight wince.] She loves you nearly as much as I do. We shouldn't make things harder on you.

You're not causing me any trouble. I'm in this because a me, all right? I won't be messing up more for either of you, just because a situation makes me feel uncomfortable. Even if it makes me, really really uncomfortable.

I don't- I don't care, just don't talk about it, all right? If you end up having another 'fling' or it... feels like you might, just let it, and just- don't tell me about it, let it happen and let me- just be blind for the most part anyway.

[Shakes his head.] Fine, then if you love me so damn much, listen to me and just let it happen if it does, all right? [It'll bring them some kinda joy with however... this pity situation ends up going. And even if it's really difficult on him- black/red doesn't matter- thinking about how he's vicariously kissing Mindfang through Darkleer, or could be vice versa with Darkleer through Mindfang, no matter how- frustrating that is, he'd rather just not make more bullshit for them.]

Fine!

[He doesn't mean to raise his voice even the slightest, but it happens anyway and he winces. Dammit. He backs off, ashamed and frustrated and confused, fingers idly tearing at the flower some more just because it gives his fingers something to do.]

I... apologize. I just don't know what to do to help you be happy. I'm not a mindreader, or a seer, my only psiioniic ability is disappearing. I just want you to be happy and I don't know if my pressing is actually doing the right thing. It leads to confrontations with her and sometimes I think it makes you uneasy.

Well, yeah it makes me uneasy. [A shrug.]

But what about this situation wouldn't? Just- [A breath, looking down.]

All I need for you to do is be yourself, all right? Just, do whatever it is you do, just- just how you are.

...May I have permission to hug you then?

[A kind of, clenched pain in his chest at that.]

...Ah- c'mon Tink, you don't have to ask for that...

I still thought I should.

[But, oh hi, just... coming in close to wrap his arms around Summoner's waist, curling his body forward so he can rest his face against his shoulder.]

...I have more flowers. Since I destroyed the one I initially gave you.

[Darkleer's wide frame covers him, like he's standing in the towering shadow of some daunting edifice, and even with how soft that embrace is, he can feel the potential in his muscles. The ability to merely crush him, but through effort and concentration, doesn't. It's how it always is when Darkleer comes to him like this, a huge troll that- is so much smaller in certain ways on the inside. Meek's never been an attribute so a part of any highblood he's ever met, and even with a visage so capable of the serious, Darkleer still manages that meek demeanor effortlessly. If he had been shaking when he hugged him, Summoner wouldn't question it, it would feel natural, like, something of Darkleer's always scared in some manner. But really, that's how everyone is, isn't it?]

[The thought of it makes his chest swell though, and his feet like lead, home at where they currently are an no where else. He can feel his whole body just relax, eyelids low as he tilts his head up, pressed against the great troll's armored chest and shoulder.]

Ah- but this is all I want right now, okay? [Voice quiet, lifting his arms a little, fingers lightly placing themselves on Darkleer's waist. The cold familiar feel of polished black is something he welcomes. Everything about Darkleer always feels chill, a collected cool in comparison to the nervous featherbeast that seems to reside inside his chest at all times. It'd be so nice if he could extend his commune to it, know exactly what to say to him, to calm him down, but he really doesn't. What can he say to someone that wants to be only his, knowing he's not? It's silly. All his life, Lysunder's always thought of himself as everyone, but like this, it almost feels contradictory to his nature.]

[A soft laugh, kind of sad in its own way. Even when he tries to be lighthearted in his own way, everything simply feels weighed down- a heavy heart and a heavy body that can't rise up too far.]

I guess the romantic line 'I would give you everything' won't work on you, then.

[Even if it's painfully true. Even if he would sacrifice his own limbs, his own health, to make it reality. It's a failing he's had since young. No matter how tightly he tries to tie himself to stone, it always seems to end with him falling all the harder into his emotions, sinking.]

[For a moment, he just stands there, enjoying the warmth that Summoner gives him. So warm, so light, everything he isn't but sometimes wishes he could posses.]

...You know, you ruined my romantic plans quite thoroughly. I was going to suggest we dance. I had picked the music and everything.

You really can be a bleeding heart, ya know that, Blue? [A short chuckle, sighing after words. The sigh isn't a result of some exasperated feeling though, of anguish, nothing like that, no. It's more of a reset, a kind of recooperating gesture, so short and insignificant really. But even just taking that moment to himself, it balances him. For now. But Summoner's always been like that. Where Darkleer would dwell of sweeps, Summoner would dwell for a day, week enough, and then stabilize again. He had to after all.]

We could, I'm no good though, you uh, you know that. [Sliding a hand up, moving to lift up Darkleer's face by his chin and giving him a playful little shove against his cheek with a palm.]

Let's hope whatever tunes you picked can cover up how clumsy I can be on my feet, eh?

I do.

[Whether he's referring to the bleeding heart comment or Summoner's lack of dance skills is up for debate. Regardless, his smile gets just a little stronger at Summoner's shove to his face, and then he pulls away just enough to pop a CD player out of his sylladex. As he adjusts himself into a dancing position with Summoner, he licks the tip of his nose.]

You can be graceful, when you aren't panicking over yourself.

[And then the CD starts, and the first song starts. Gently as he can, Darkleer starts to step, watching for Summoner's movements.]

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