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[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.]

Hn- [Pulls his head away a little, chuckling before returning the gesture quickly. Something he's gotten from animals, an affectionate habit he just can't quit.]

Okay, I uh, I guess, heh. It's just hard for me to deal with not being smooth enough to sweep even the heaviest troll off his feet. [A smirk. Not smooth enough, referring to his rather amateur dancing moves. He's just... terrible on his feet. In the sky? Beautiful, but- not so much on his feet.]

[The song's nice, but he immediately starts to focus on how they're moving, clinging a little, already letting their feet take all his attention as he follows Darkleer's steps awkwardly.]

[Well... He'll admit he doesn't really mind the clinging all that much. He never really minds Summoner's two left feet. It reminds him of the first time they danced, during the masquerade party where he was so nervous and shy, calm when he finally managed it at least a little. They should really do it more often.]

[It seems like nothing he can really do will help make the choice easier on Summoner. He doesn't want all their conversations, now few as they are with Mindfang here, to be sour. He wants them to be sweet again, just soft music and fumbling steps. If nothing else, he hopes their moments together can be more happy than sad. Even factoring out Mindfang, he knows they honestly only have a little while to enjoy one another's company.]

[Summoner deserves it.]

If you focus so much, you'll inevitably mess up.

[Well, a little while considering how used to long periods of time Darkleer is. Summoner? Maybe he has maybe 25 or so sweeps yet in his life span, if he even lives through all of them without getting killed, if he even spends a majority of them here or not. He views time a lot different from Darkleer, which is why this romance issue is so- pressing... He doesn't want to waste too much time but he doesn't know how to make it go faster- knows he can't just force it.]

Ah- yeah, I just- [A frown, tripping over one of Darkleer's feet a little. Summoner curses under his breath, his wings quickly opening a little, a reaction to his small teeter.] Ah- just- [Trails off, going back to focusing too much again.]

[He can't help the smile that flickers over his face as Summoner stumbles, and he steadies his hand on his hip.]

Do you spend this time staring at feet when you're in a fight?

Only lookin' down I do's from the sky, you know that- [A huff, glancing up, hands clinging more than they should, wings still a little open.]

I just- it's a lot different when I'm uh, relying on a different set a' limbs, ya know?

I keep telling you... [Still smiling a little, he nudges their noses together.]

Just rely on me. Me and the music.

Ah- y-yeah... [A sigh, face still a little scrunched as he tries to calm down, closing his wings, forcing himself to loosen his hands as he tries to just- let Darkleer take over. But Summoner still finds himself opening his eyes, glancing down, tensing.]

Ah- s-sorry-

You always apologize for such minor things.

[Pulling one hand from Summoner's shoulder, he slips it under his chin to tilt his face up.]

You're so pitiful. I don't know how my heart doesn't implode sometimes, listening to you.

Ah- c'mon, sh-shit Tink. [Feels his face heat a little, pulling his head away, trying not to show his nervous smile.]

You can be just as bad, all right?

When you are this close, acting so much like yourself, I can't very well help it, can I?

[A fond shake of his head before he tries to keep at least a little bit of his focus on dancing.]

Well. I'm glad you think so.

Yes you can help it, you just don't talk so much, that is helping it.

[A 'tch' kind of noise before he pulls in a breath and huffs it out through his nostrils. But he really needs to be paying attention to his dancing. He keeps accidentally hitting his feet against Darkleer's, or being too quick to try and follow his lead.]

Yeah- I ugh, how could you want to do this with me? [Looking down to his feet again, whoops.]

Because I like spending time with you, and I hardly notice you stepping on my feet.

[A sneak kiss to his forehead, since he's looking down.]

Because it makes me feel young again.

Ah- still wish I wasn't though. [Stepping on your feet rather. But as they continue little by little, he doesn't do it as often at least.]

[Lysunder glances up at the kiss, managing a small smile and draws a little closer, hands snaking around Darkleer's neck further.]

Young again? With me? [A short laugh, raising a brow.] If you say so.

Would I have any reason to lie to you?

[Without even really thinking about it, he starts to rub at the small of Summoner's back.]

I think it makes you look a little younger, too. Worrying about small things, instead of bigger ones.

Guess not. But sometimes you can get nervous enough not to tell me things, ya know? [A playful smirk, clenching a hand into his hair, tugging a little. Though Lysunder shifts, feeling a small chill, wings shivering slightly as that hand rubs over the sensitive skin of his back.]

Ah-... Ah, y-younger? How's worrying make you look younger? Never really- heard of that before. Actually, I've heard the opposite, heh.

Well, those times- ah... [Cheating. That is a horrible example of cheating. Darkleer takes in a shivery breath before sulking a little bit at Summoner. He eases up at the next question.]

It depends on what you're worrying about. Worrying about dance steps... That's a younger kind of worry.

Heh, I guess. Don't think I'll get any better. [A scoff.] "Because I'm just some lowblood peasant with a body not made for certain privileges." Like dancing, I guess. [Still smiling, shows he knows what he's saying is total bullshit. He's just shitty at dancing is all.]

[Phew, good, he was worried there for one moment.]

Hmm, when you're on the ground, perhaps, but I've seen you put professional comballet dancers to shame in the air.

Heh oh yeah? [A smile, leaning in.]

I can be quite the charmer on the right stage.

I should think that's nearly every stage, then.

[He leans right back, noses brushing.]

You do have a rather lot of charm, after all.

A lot? Oh yeah? Like, how much is a lot. [Grin widening, lips curling a little, tightening his arms around him.]

[Oh dear. Darkleer can't help smiling, however.]

What, can't you guess?

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