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.-

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[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?

[aim_exorable]

Not without a bit of prodding, if we're honest. [Permission clearly granted, he begins to kiss more along his jawline, down to his throat.]

You've always been very charming, at least.

[rebull]

[Another breath, more shallow this time, relaxed, he leans back a little, eyes keeping closed, hands loose at Darkleer's sides.]

Prodding, right- Heh, always, yeah, it's a good thing you think that. [Looking back to his early sweeps. . . .]

[aim_exorable]

And of course you don't think that.

[He chuckles against Summoner's throat, fingers stroking idly along his sides.]

You're so pitiful...

[rebull]

Ah, naw, I do. I'm real charming these days, can't help but make you all head over horns. [A snicker, nipping at Darkleer's ear and fine with the few strands of black hair that laces between his lips.]

Pitiful, well I could say the same for you.

[aim_exorable]

[The faint tugging sensation makes him hum just a little, and he nips at Summoner's throat.]

Only for you.

[And Disciple, but you don't mention your moirail when you are getting handsy with your matesprit.]