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]

I couldn't choose between trousers and shorts.

[rebull]

[A snort.]

[aim_exorable]

Oh, do shut up.

[rebull]

Heh- sorry. [Smirks, hugging close, the music still on loop in the background. Summoner takes a deep breath, letting his eyes close and his wings relax.]

[aim_exorable]

[Darkleer just stays quiet, arms getting a little tighter around Summoner as he keeps swaying. Honestly, he's content to just stay like this with him.]

[rebull]

I- [A breath.] I do love, you know that, right?

[aim_exorable]

I do.

[Sigh.]

And I know you love her, too. You told me when you first game back.

[rebull]

[Wow Darkleer way to kill the mood.]

[Summoner immediately slumps a little from him, his grip loosening.]

Yeah- right.

[aim_exorable]

[You did it first]

Well... I suppose we both know who I'd rather you pick. [A dry smile] But that doesn't really help, I imagine.

[rebull]

[Silence.]

[aim_exorable]

...Lysunder?

[rebull]

What?

[aim_exorable]

I'll stop talking about it now.

[rebull]

It's- [He stumbles a little, trying to pull from him now, moving to stand.]

It's all right, blue, just. I know you want to talk about it but- there's not a lot to say, not right now. [Glances down.]

[aim_exorable]

[For a brief second, he has the urge to cling harder but it's brief. A split second. He lets Summoner go, hands hanging in the hair for just a moment.]

I understand. Just... when do you think you'll have anything to say?

[rebull]

Depends on what you mean by that- a lot to say... you mean when I know- right?

[aim_exorable]

Not even that. Just... anything. Anything about the situation at all.

[rebull]

Like what? Nothing I say- will be new to you.

[aim_exorable]

Maybe it will. Maybe there's something you're thinking that I haven't realized yet. You weren't always open with me before this, and I Feel like now it's worse.

[rebull]

You- you really don't want me to be open to you about this. [Hell, no one does, Darkleer, Mindfang, neither of them will like what they hear, and Sollux, the person he should talk to, doesn't know what to say. So what's he supposed to do...]

[aim_exorable]

Strangely enough, I think I do.

[Ugh. Sometimes it's frustrating when he gets like this, and Darkleer remembers Sollux saying that pushing made things worse- but how else can he get him to talk?]

If it's bad news, then at least I can be prepared for the worst or be all the more relieved if something good happens. Just "being myself" feels an awful lot as though I am doing nothing at all, for better or worse.

[rebull]

Ah, bad news is always good news to someone. [And still manages to be both good and bad news to him, at least in this situation. Summoner feels like his stomach's going to tear itself a part thinking about this right now, with Darkleer right there.]

Yourself is all you can be, Tink, I don't- I don't know what to tell you... I love you both, and I just- don't know what to do. [He glances down, brows furrowing and shoulders hunching.]

[aim_exorable]

...I imagine it would be unfair if I tried to offer advice, but I would like to anyway.

[One hand tentatively starts to reach for something of Summoner's, but he stops himself, letting it hang awkwardly.]

[rebull]

You still can, if you have something to say, you can say it. [A sigh, going that little bit rest of the way and grabbing Darkleer's hand.]

[aim_exorable]

Alright. [Deep breath.] She's been here since the human's Christmas- four months, really. That's a long time for this place. I'm not sure if any of us can really afford to run away from this for much longer. Any day, one of us could be back home.

I think... maybe it's best to stop holding back and just dive into a decision- any kind of decision. Sometimes drawing it out can hurt more than anything.

[He squeezes his hand, just a little.]

Sometimes you have to make a decision and hope it's the best one. There's always a chance you could try again, after all. [He gives a weak smile.] I think that's what happened with us, after all. Twice we rejected one another until we finally realized that there wasn't any reason to run from it...