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]

[He tugs again, trying to pull Darkleer's hand and arm around his head, getting him lower, reaching for Darkleer's other hand with his to do the same as the first.]

[aim_exorable]

[Oh.]

[Gently, he brings himself to his knees and wraps his arms around Summoner. His face is pressed up against that place where his horn reaches his skull. Not doing anything, just resting there.]

[rebull]

[Lysunder pulls in a deep breath, going limp against him, his arms up around his head. He stares into his smooth black hair for a moment before closing his eyes, lowering his head against Darkleer's shoulder, linking his arms a little tighter.]

[aim_exorable]

[There's so much to say but... This situation doesn't need it. Words aren't needed at all, now. They just need the two of them, touching, knowing the other is there.]

[Gently, Darkleer starts to rub the back of Summoner's neck. He makes sure to keep his fingers away from his wings, for once.]

[rebull]

[Another sigh, arms tightening again, relaxing from the sensation at the back of his neck.]

I'm sorry, Tink... I knew she could've... come back like this, shoulda prepared myself.

[aim_exorable]

To be fair, so should I, yet I was possibly hoping that it would never happen.

[A low rumbling sigh.]

Then again, I'm not sure what could have prepared me. Mindfang has never been... easy for me to deal with besides rolling over and letting her do as she pleases.

[rebull]

[Hearing that last bit makes him worry a bit.]

Oh yeah? [A swallow. She hasn't done anything yet but... Darkleer just rolling over and letting everything happen is what he's worried about.]

[aim_exorable]

Mmm.

[Another inhale and exhale- no sound, just the feel of his chest and the air slipping out.]

She was my only contact for so long, and I was always reminded of "why" every single night that passed. I had little energy as it was, little will after my failure, and arguing with her then just left me more tired than ever.

...I shouldn't be bothering you with tales of the past when we have present matters to concern us.

[rebull]

...Y-yeah... [He's really not feeling reassured right now. His arms stay tight, sighing as he closes his eyes again.]

[aim_exorable]

[W H O O P S]

...Aren't you cold, staying out here?

[rebull]

pHe shakes his head, pulling back a little.]

Naw, heh, Zelda enchanted this tunic for me. [Tugs at the blue Zora tunic a little.]

[aim_exorable]

Ah, that explains it. [A slight smile.] She really is one of the city's most valuable residents.

[rebull]

Yah, pretty valuable to me too, don't quite know what I'd do without her. [Leans against the wall behind him.] Not much for this place, but a few things keep me flying here I guess. [Lifts a hand, swiping his thumb over Darkleer's cheek.]

[aim_exorable]

[Oh dear, ignore the dopey smile that comes across his face at that brief contact.]

More than a few things have sparked some proper life into me as well, here. [A soft headbutt.]

[rebull]

Heh, oh yeah? Surprising, when I first met ya you seemed a little void of that spark, more like a stone wall. [Smiles wider right back, sliding his hands up into his hair.]

[aim_exorable]

Well, sometimes all one needs is a little spark... [And yeeeeep nuzzling at his face.]

You've done more for me than I can say and my only regret is that I never met you sooner.

[rebull]

Hehe, sorry, guess I'm pretty busy back home. [Said quietly, breathing him in again as he presses his face against his neck, grazing his lips against the skin there.]

Think I did more than a spark though, maybe?

[aim_exorable]

[A slight hitch before he leans his head away a bit to offer up more of his neck.]

Well you did eventually set me ablaze...

[rebull]

Heh, completely on fire? [He can feel his blood running a little hot as close as they are. It's been- a bit, since they've been like this, hell, since they've really spoken as well. Maybe he needs something ele to get his mind of that somber conversation before...]

[Summoner blows a warm breath over his skin, hesitating for a moment before he kisses a spot, sliding fingers up into his hair.]

[aim_exorable]

Utterly so...

[This really wasn't what he had been expecting when he came up with the flowers. In fact, one could almost call this the best case scenario. His breath shudders as he leans into that mouth and those hands. This would feel so good...]

[Darkleer forces his hand to go on top of Summoner's.]

Not here. Especially not like this.

[rebull]

[He stops suddenly, his brows furrowing, pulling his face away from his neck. His hand pulls away and slides up through his hair as he nods, sighing.]

Yeah, all right. Sorry, Darkleer.

[aim_exorable]

I've told you, you don't need to apologize to me.

[Sorry, you were pulling your face away? Darkleer happens to disagree, leaning in to try to press a chaste kiss against his mouth.]

I simply want to be somewhere where I can spoil and pleasure you in every way. An old lighthouse is not a particularly romantic pailing area.

[rebull]

Ah- heh. [His face warms a little, pushing into that kiss before pulling away again. He still kinda tastes like chocolate, hope Darkleer doesn't mind~]

In every way, eh? [His face warms a little, but he stops himself from shying from his words, getting a bit sly instead, keeping calmer as he starts to raise up a bit, wanting to get up to his feet.]

[aim_exorable]

[He will never mind. Ever.]

[He had been hoping his words would diffuse the situation, but Lysunder just looks so arousingly attractive with his cunning and confidence, Darkleer can only stay seated and bite down on his lip as he gets up.]

Every way that I can imagine, yes.

[rebull]

Maybe we should find a more personal place then, hey? [Moves a hand down to grip one of Darkleer's horns, pulling at it a little and rubbing his hands against it's hard surface.]