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[He'll do just that, looking over where Darkleer is,and when he sees the 'gift' he feels a shiver, his eyes pushing as he tilts his head down and cuts off the commune. He's left looking at his SFC with a rather conflicting feeling in his chest. Summoner's a little better, after giving himself some time, hanging with Sollux, a little- But, not better in a good way, not in a way that actually helps him and gets him ready to face his problem yet.]

[But damn he'll feel.... like such a douche if he doesn't take flowers from Darkleer's hand directly. He- he technically is his matesprit still, but he's not sure what to say to him, if he asks anything, he doesn't even know what to tell himself at this point.]

[After a while of looking at his communicator and sliding the pads of his thumbs over it a few time, he finally responds.]

nO UH,
1F YOU WANT TO BR1NG 1T TO WHERE 1 AM,
tHAT 1S A TH1NG YOU CAN DO.

[The eventual response to him is almost surprising. He was almost certain the robot would be needed, if not an outright 'no'. Defeatist attitude, him?]

D --> You're certain?

[Darkleer certainly doesn't look too defeatist, not when he was watching him through other eyes. And that bit of sturdiness in the blue blood for a moment- from what Summoner could see- gave him a bit more confidence, enough to respond anyway.]

yEAH.

D --> Alright
D --> Then where are you?
D --> Where should we meet?

l1GHT HOUSE,
tOP S1DE.
hEH,
yOU UH, yOU PROBABLY COULD HAVE GUESSED THAT,
t1NK.

D --> You might have been somewhere else
D --> It never hurts to ask

[With that, he sets off towards the elevator. With Mindfang there, he's a lot more careful. If Summoner is watching, he might lose him now and then. After some traveling and protecting his flowers from the cold, Darkleer shows up at the lighthouse. Slipping inside, he starts to make his way up the stairs.]

[Normally he'd be ontop, but since they're meeting and he has flowers, it might be better to be inside the tower where the winds aren't so strong. So... he's there, sitting with his back against a wall, wings laid out near his sides, staring out of the large glass windows. He's quiet, keeping track of a lot of things island side, Mindfang included, Darkleer too. He's quiet, horns a smaller size right now and he's wearing the Zora Tunic Zelda enchanted for him. He has yet to try the underwater trick... maybe when it's warmer out.]

[Soon Summoner sees Darkleer entering, stopping the commune of a few insects to just listen to him from up at the top instead, his eyes closing. There's a tug in his stomach, a nervous one, but he does his best to deal with it as he waits.]

[When he does arrive at his destination, Darkleer has to stop. Sometimes he forgets how beautiful Summoner looks. It's so apparent here now, however. The sight of him sitting by the window, brilliant colors almost dulled by the weather outside and their situation...]

[He has to catch his breath.]

[Coming closer, he kneels by him and offers it.]

I had the most peculiar dream that I proposed to a taken troll who was also quite below my years, only I realized when I checked your voicemail that it was a curse. I thought it only proper that I make it up to you.

[There you go being sappy again. Did well to keep it to yourself. Beautiful? Hardly. At least Darkleer has kept some of his youth in all those sweeps. Summoner just- ages. There's not much to look at anymore but a bunch of scared flesh and a world weary brow. Guess his wings till keep some colour at least.]

[Summoner hears him enter, doesn't open his eyes right away, but when he does he feels that same feeling, yeah, need to catch your breath. He hasn't seen Darkleer in person for a little while and it definitely affects him, unable to kill that twitch of a crooked smile.]

Heh, it's uh, it's okay. You were actually pretty adorable. [Said with a slight strain as he pushes himself up to his feet.]

Please. [A shake of his head.] Let us never speak of it again. I was a rather large fool of a child.

[As for him, he stays kneeling. As Summoner gets up, he just holds out the bouquet.]

For you, love. I don't quite have a poem, but...

Heh, sure still look like a big fool to me. [A laugh, shaking his head slightly, a hand moving to warm itself and an arm around the bouquet as he leans in. His other moves to cradle the side of Darkleer's head as he leans down and places a kiss on his hair between his horns.]

You didn't have to, really- I've been an ass lately and I know it... [Said softly into the hair, keeping his face near the top of Darkleer's head for a moment. He lips still press against the strands, nose breathing out a warm breath into them before he pulls back and steps away, looking down at him.]

I very well might be.

[Oh. Closing his eyes, he leans into Summoner's closeness. It's always such a reassuring feeling to be held close, or at least kissed on the head. It's a bit regretful to feel him move away. Slowly, he gets up himself.]

You are no more an ass than when I first spoke with you. It's... been difficult for you, I know.

[Summoner watches him rise, still holding the flowers close, their smell rather pleasant over all and he can smell ...chocolate too... A glance to them, noticing some of them are wrapped before looking back to Darkleer. His brows furrow a little- right, that conversation with Mindfang wasn't...]

[He finds keeping his gaze with Darkleer to be suddenly difficult and looks down, feeling a little sick.] Yeah... Guess ah- guess difficult's a word for it.

[Oh blast. That was the entirely wrong thing to say. Darkleer's ears lower.]

I'm sorry. It wasn't in my place to look.

Nah it's- okay- are some of these chocolate? [Quickly changing the subject as he moves to pluck one of the false flowers from the bouquet.]

Yes. [He goes along with it gladly.] I know your sweet tooth.

Guess I can't decline sugar, hey? [Gives him a smile and a small shove.]

Sorry I made ya come all the way up here to give me this.

It's no problem. Goodness knows I need to leave my hive at times.

[He waits a moment, tentative, before speaking again.]

You still like slam poetry, don't you?

Well, I have to agree with you on that.Not right to be stabled up like that all the time.

[A questioning look.] Well, yeah. Why?

[Oh no a horse pun, help, he smiled. It vanishes quickly after he gets his reply.]

I might have... compose something. For you.

Might have, huh? [Oh god...]

Yes. It is not my area of expertise, so I doubt it is particularly good... I mostly had to find examples and do a bit of study.

Oh uh, you put a lot of thought into it- [...Eugh... He can't really, decline...] All right... [Let him just lean up against that wall he sitting sitting by, putting the bouquet into his sylladex and putting a chocolate rose into his mouth.]

I'm not very good at it, but I did want to try.

[Oh, he's accepting, that's good.]

[Okay.]

[He can do this.]

[Deeeeeeeep breath-]

Blue, orange, they're complimentary
Like us in personality
It doesn't have to be an eternity
But for now, can it just be you and me?

Didn't know it would start, not with words so sharp
On both our parts, real harsh, with closed off hearts
Couldn't imagine this, such red bliss

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