Vatheon Voicemail.
"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.-
For the record, that first beep was him just saying beep. The real beep is in a few seconds.
-Beep.-
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And you're just as much of a fool for that. [Though- he's smiling, a hand clinging to Darkleer's idle one.]
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[It feels like the tension is easing away properly now, and Darkleer lets himself smile as well while his thumb sweeps over Summoner's knuckle.]
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Well, I could say the same for you, fairy bull.
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Let's see, beautiful, strong, a hopeless romantic, and I like you being a tight ass for a lot of reasons. [Shifts a little, tilting his head up and kissing under Darkleer's jaw.]
You're dark and and brooding, and dig your own holes and wallow in them.
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[But he's okay with him being horribly perverted and talking about his posterior all the time. Darkleer hums at the kiss to his jaw before he cuts himself off.]
I- only do that on occasion. At least I came to terms with our relationship sooner than you did, Mister "we can never be together but I am going to steal your apples and some of your horse tail hair and make up reasons to run into you".
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[That massaging hand? Now going to Summoner's side to pinch at his ribs.]
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Mysterious- I know. Hey!
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[He holds his hands up innocently.]
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[But he's putting his hands back, leaning on them so that he can let his head roll back.]
You now your breath tears me apart everytime.
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Well, I- always tried to stay proper, what was considered it, you know... [Shifting his weight to one arm so he can reach up with his other hand to knead at Summoner's hip.] Although there was one Archeradicator I knew who had Cavalreaper friends who would come around...
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Oh yeah? And a good few of them lowblood? [A nip at his neck again.] Did ya take an interest?
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[He didn't let himself act on them at the time, but still. They were some sure improper thoughts.]
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You're allowed to think those, doll, but lemme try to make some of those fantasies true, all right?
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[While his glasses still hide his eyes, they can't hide the flush on his face or the way he keeps slipping his teeth out to nibble on the corner of his lips.]
I think you've more than managed already.
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Sure might be a fade to black soon.
whoops
And cut.