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]

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.

[aim_exorable]

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.

[rebull]

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.

[aim_exorable]

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.

[rebull]

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.]

[aim_exorable]

[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.

[rebull]

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

I can be quite the charmer on the right stage.

[aim_exorable]

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.

[rebull]

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

[aim_exorable]

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

What, can't you guess?

[rebull]

I could, but it's nice getting a little praise. Something sweeter about it coming from someone of your "distinguished caste" as well. [Whoops, a bit of his highblood fever showing.]

[aim_exorable]

[Having highblood fever and being a size queen is what gets you into trouble so much, Summoner.]

Mmhmm. Well, charming enough to lift me off my feet, which I can assure you is quite a task.

[rebull]

[Yep...]

It really is, not exactly the lightest guy I've swept away, but I'm uh, I'm not complaining. Heh. [Dips his head in, pressing a kiss to Darkleer's cheek, jaw- neck, blowing out a soft breath through his nose as his hands loosen from they're earlier clenching before.]

[aim_exorable]

I'm fairly certain you like the challenge- oh.

[Ugh, he just... knows all of his weakspots, with that hot breath. Darkleer can't help but shudder and knead his fingers into Summoner's back.]

[rebull]

Try to not get too distracted, you're still leading, babe. [Smiles, blowing purposefully into his hair.]

[aim_exorable]

[Huff!]

I could focus so much better if you weren't teasing me.

[But you know what, fine, he'll draw his fingers along your back then.]

[rebull]

But you like me teasing you. [A wider smile before a shiver, but really, that just makes his smile stick, pressing up closer, sliding his hands down to Darkleer's hips finally.]

[aim_exorable]

I admit positively nothing.

[Horrible wretch. Darkleer glances down at the feel of those hands on his hips before he just chuckles.]

Weren't you supposed to be watching your steps?

[rebull]

Huh-? [-TRIP] -!!?

[aim_exorable]

[Catch!]

[Plus laughter. Darkleer can't help himself, bowing his head as he tries to stifle it. He was doing so well, too, until he pointed it out. Since just closing his mouth isn't stopping the laughter, he leans forward a bit to press a kiss to Summoner's lips.]

[rebull]

[His wings opened in a bit of a flurry in reaction to the fall, hands suddenly clinging at Darkleer's sides. The kiss does shut up anything he's about to say though, sighing out of his nose as he pushes up into it. The feel of those cold lips bring a smile to his face, along with a more intentional cling of his hands, a bit tense from still being mid-fall.]

[aim_exorable]

[He keeps the kiss slow and soft on his end, enjoying the music as it comes to an end and how tightly Summoner holds onto him. There's no need to rush with something like this, not now. No need for roughness, or biting. Just this. He pulls away enough just to murmur something.]

I would fight for you until the end of time, you know...

[rebull]

[A short laugh, breathing in deep, trying to relax in Darkleer's grip.]

Until the end of what, eh?

[aim_exorable]

You heard me.

[As the song starts to repeat, he just holds him, swaying a little.]

You know, I heard something odd not too long ago.

[rebull]

Odd-?