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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-and ah! There we go.

[That sure is a close up of Darkleer's face as he adjusts the camera. Smiling a little, he goes back to sit by Summoner's unconscious body. His wings are a bit more controlled now that it's been later in the week, and they fold neatly behind him, draping over the floor. His antennae are twitching, still focused on Summoner.]

There are still a few more days before the curse ends, so you could wake up then, but just in case not... I wanted to show you what this week's curse has bestowed upon me, which I'm sure you can see for yourself. [A slight chuckle.]

The intensity of the curse varies from individual to individual, I have found. Some are complete animals, unable to communicate with everyone at large. Others only have the form but can speak like any other in this common language we all seem to have. Then some, like myself.. Well, we only have certain parts of animals. In my case, a moth. Tavros shares the same traits.

I had hoped you would have woken up by now... I would have liked to fly with you, or show you them. I suppose these things can't be helped. Still, perhaps if you touch them now while you sleep, you might feel them and remember it in your dreams...

[One of the dogbots trots into view and gently takes one of Summoner's wrists into its jaws. It guides his hand to Darkleer's back, which he allows to be touched easily. There is a lot of fluff going up his spine where his wings connect, disappearing into his hair which still falls back there a bit even as he holds it over his shoulder. He shivers and bites down on his lip at the touch, hands kneading into his thighs.]

Ah... It really is quite sensitive, now I understand how you feel... Goodness.

[A low breath, arching his back a little as the dog keeps the motion before he gestures for it to stop. He seems a bit flushed, rubbing at his cheek a bit.]

I have been learning how to fly somewhat. You will be proud that Tavros takes to it as easily as you do. I will attach a video of him flying to this one, I'm sure you'll enjoy it.

[With the robodog curling up on the floor, Darkleer takes Summoner's hand, just rubbing his thumb over the back of it gently. He sits there like that for quite a bit, eyes distant.]

You look like you're having peaceful dreams...

[Another moment, and then he's working at pulling Summoner from his bed, curling him up in his arms. Darkleer presses a kiss to his hairline. His wings start to rustle, trying to press around the two of them. The tips of his antennae brush against Summoner's face.]

I'm missing you, my firefly, but I'll manage. They've caught the murderer in your absence and the Nurse has levied a punishment for those who kill and die. But all is more or less well.

We'll make you something nice when you awaken...

[He trails off, just holding Summoner in his arms. But soon, he starts to sing a low song to him, voice deep and gentle.]

[The camera runs for a long while, right when Darkleer falls asleep like that, and eventually turns off.]