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 was hoping you'd say that.

[Twisting around to face him, Darkleer reaches for one of his hands so he can press his lips to his knuckles.]

With your ability to watch so much, I would feel a lot more secure in the situation.

[rebull]

[Watches, his lips curling into a small smile, eyes a bit wary.]

Eh heh- Yeah, I'll be sure to be there with you, and be there, and there, and over there-

[aim_exorable]

I do believe I understand your point.

[Dropping his hand, he looks back out to the ocean. His other topic of conversation isn't... one he really wants to have, but his conversation with Pyralspite is hard to forget.]

...You know, let's say, one day, we finally managed to get the upper hand on the scientists and could either stay here to carve out a new life, or go back to where we came. Which would you choose?

[He already knows the answer, but he just wants to make sure they're on the same page.]

[rebull]

[The mood dropped quickly and he feels a tug in his chest but remains silent, just listening for the time being. The question comes at a surprise- Darkleer, should know his answer, but Summoner doesn't find the words rolling off his tongue quickly. There's a pause, ears taking in the sound of seagulls and the subtle rush of the tide, his hands move, placing neatly on his lap and rubbing fingers softly into the loose cloth of his pants.]

Ah, well uh- my life's not really mine to have anymore- [He starts, trailing off, a sad smile just barely curving his lips.]

I - couldn't stay if it meant not being there, but knowing... everything kinda starts back up as it did when I go home? I dunno... [His brows furrow, moving a hand to rub a shrugging up shoulder, wings shifting a bit behind him.]

If I chose here- and never went back, even after I died- I uh, I dunno, if I'd die here of old age and still revive again... or revive again back home like I was before I was herded this way- I, don't think I could do that... [His eyes close, shaking his head slowly.] I could never abandon everyone- everything. But if I dunno- if I could choose to stay longer, heh, and ya know, still pop back in where I had been before back on that rock? [Smiles, small, eyes opening just barely to stare down at his own feet.] I wouldn't mind just sticking around her a bit longer.

[aim_exorable]

[The silence is alright- Darkleer won't rush things. He knows that rushing doesn't always bring about the most honest answers. So he waits, watching as Dural takes to the skies and soars along on the winds. This really is a good place to have a conversation. The ocean's waves and constant chatter of birds helps fill up any silence that threatens to be awkward.]

[Summoner's fumbling, stuttering train of thought has him listen closely, and he can't help but smile fondly. What a trainwreck. A sweet, loyal, amazing and dedicated trainwreck.]

Always the general. Of course you wouldn't be yourself without that part of you.

It would be nice for us to be able to travel back and forth between our worlds, with Vatheon as our crossroads, always open for us... Zelda's dream certainly is a desirable one. We could use it to help bring your rebellion to fruition...

[The only problem is Darkleer isn't sure how much of a chance they have of such a thing occurring. A deep breath.]

But if we were ever forced to pick just one or the other... I'm not sure if I could go back to Alternia with you.

[rebull]

Uh, I- I more mean if I had a choice to stay longer or shorter, I'd stay longer... But to never go back? Even after dying I- can't do that. [His brows furrow.]

It's not too big of a deal, heh, I mean, I'm pretty much a single hair on a hoofbeast to a highblood, as far as time goes, ya know?

[Lysunder glances up, sighing a little.] Even if you went back we wouldn't... be like this, you know that right? Back home, I uh- I didn't remember any of this, heh, don't think I coulda ever tied things down with Fang like I did if I had remembered. [Goes still as he stares at the ground, leaned forward, arms/elbows rested on his legs.]

I'd rather you here anyway. Once I'm back, lance in hand, there's no point wasting anything on the few sweeps I have left, hey?

[aim_exorable]

That's part of why I don't think I could go back. [Without even really thinking about it, his hands go to clasp together, nails digging into the back of his knuckles.] If I return with no memories, then I waste away in a cave, no purpose, no contact with anyone else, nothing. If I returned with them... It might not make a difference.

[He tries to smile, but it's sad instead of reassuring.]

We still couldn't be together. After your relationship with Mindfang, I would be just another highblood to your troops- and that's if they didn't find out I was the Executor of the previous rebellion's leader.

Here, I can do a bit of good. I can build things, I can teach the boys how to be better than I ever was... I wouldn't be in your way.

[rebull]

Ah, Tink- [Said with a sigh as he pushes himself up to stand. On his way up, he puts a hand on Darkleer's shoulder and squeezes.]

That's the point of it all- make it so you'll never be in the way, so everyone's got some clear skies for once.

[aim_exorable]

Well then... [He leans his head on the hand a bit, hair brushing against Summoner's fingers.]

Whenever you return, do hurry up and make that a reality then, won't you? Vatheon might transform me into an old man again and I'll die of old age.

[rebull]

["Return"? The words just gains silence from him as he stands up, looking down and pocketing his hands.]

Heh, yeah- right.

[aim_exorable]

...Come here.

[He doesn't like that silence.]

[rebull]

[Glances over, gazing at the back of Darkleer's head before sighing and crouching down behind him, laying his forehead against the back of Darkleer's shoulder.]

Hm?

[aim_exorable]

[NOPE not good enough, excuse him as he twists around a bit to gather you into his arms Summoner]

[He presses his face against the side of Summoner's, hold tight.]

You're one of the best things that has ever happened to me.

1/2

[rebull]

-!?

[rebull]

[He ruffles a little, wings perking behind him, if he had fur it'd fluff up near his neck and back. Lysunder tenses, but slowly forces himself to calm down, looking around here and there as Darkleer speaks.]

Ah- T-Tink, c'mon on now...

[aim_exorable]

Hush, I'm just telling the truth. Don't make me give you a speech about it.

[rebull]

[A small smile, laughing a little under his breath as he presses his face to Darkleer's shoulder.]

Ah well, I guess I'm pretty great, hey? How you can stand how very great, on a regular basis, it's really pretty astounding. You gotta have an amazing resolve.

[aim_exorable]

Well, I think we both know that I am rather sturdy. You especially should know, all things considering.

[rebull]

Heh, yeeep. [Gives Darkleer's back a few light pats with his palm.] I'll say, though I seem to have a type in that department.

[Haha, funny, it's funny because he himself isn't very sturdy, and that's probably what's going to lead to why he probably won't be able to 'return' here. Hah! A joke! Don't you love jokes?]

[aim_exorable]

[...No. No he doesn't. Jokes like that hurt. Don't hurt him.]

Well, if having that kind of type lead you to me, I'm fine with it.

[rebull]

Still not sure what lead me to ya. [A smirk, pulling away a little.]

[aim_exorable]

Oh, you know...

[A chuckle.]

Something about fire catching.

[rebull]

[A snort, tilting his head a little.]

[aim_exorable]

You're the one who said it, if I recall.

[A kiss to Summoner's jaw.]

[rebull]

Yeah well, I was young and stupid. [A breath, closing his eyes and tilting his head a little more.]

But I made some good choices at least, hey?