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]

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.]