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[A slight frown when he pulls away, but Darkleer brushes the feelings off as best he can.]

Then we'll stop.

[He feels a kind of tightening in his chest, letting out a breath as if he had been holding it in. Soon his eyes close and he shakes his head.]

Don't- just, if it happening naturally just- [He hears an echo in his mind, he's said this before.] Just it happen, all right?

I'm already making enough trouble for the both of you, and even if... two trolls I love have to rip at either to feel better than I'll let 'em do what they have to to feel better.

We're causing you trouble, Lysunder, stop blaming yourself.

[After all, neither of them are backing them, Mindfang and him equally amounts of stubborn. Both of them pestering him.]

We can just as easily stop dealing with one another when it comes down to it. We... We had a fling, if it can even be enough to label it as such. That doesn't mean we are any kind of committed.

I have no idea if she has broached this topic, but I know well enough, as much as I wish I didn't, that... [A slight wince.] She loves you nearly as much as I do. We shouldn't make things harder on you.

You're not causing me any trouble. I'm in this because a me, all right? I won't be messing up more for either of you, just because a situation makes me feel uncomfortable. Even if it makes me, really really uncomfortable.

I don't- I don't care, just don't talk about it, all right? If you end up having another 'fling' or it... feels like you might, just let it, and just- don't tell me about it, let it happen and let me- just be blind for the most part anyway.

[Shakes his head.] Fine, then if you love me so damn much, listen to me and just let it happen if it does, all right? [It'll bring them some kinda joy with however... this pity situation ends up going. And even if it's really difficult on him- black/red doesn't matter- thinking about how he's vicariously kissing Mindfang through Darkleer, or could be vice versa with Darkleer through Mindfang, no matter how- frustrating that is, he'd rather just not make more bullshit for them.]

Fine!

[He doesn't mean to raise his voice even the slightest, but it happens anyway and he winces. Dammit. He backs off, ashamed and frustrated and confused, fingers idly tearing at the flower some more just because it gives his fingers something to do.]

I... apologize. I just don't know what to do to help you be happy. I'm not a mindreader, or a seer, my only psiioniic ability is disappearing. I just want you to be happy and I don't know if my pressing is actually doing the right thing. It leads to confrontations with her and sometimes I think it makes you uneasy.

Well, yeah it makes me uneasy. [A shrug.]

But what about this situation wouldn't? Just- [A breath, looking down.]

All I need for you to do is be yourself, all right? Just, do whatever it is you do, just- just how you are.

...May I have permission to hug you then?

[A kind of, clenched pain in his chest at that.]

...Ah- c'mon Tink, you don't have to ask for that...

I still thought I should.

[But, oh hi, just... coming in close to wrap his arms around Summoner's waist, curling his body forward so he can rest his face against his shoulder.]

...I have more flowers. Since I destroyed the one I initially gave you.

[Darkleer's wide frame covers him, like he's standing in the towering shadow of some daunting edifice, and even with how soft that embrace is, he can feel the potential in his muscles. The ability to merely crush him, but through effort and concentration, doesn't. It's how it always is when Darkleer comes to him like this, a huge troll that- is so much smaller in certain ways on the inside. Meek's never been an attribute so a part of any highblood he's ever met, and even with a visage so capable of the serious, Darkleer still manages that meek demeanor effortlessly. If he had been shaking when he hugged him, Summoner wouldn't question it, it would feel natural, like, something of Darkleer's always scared in some manner. But really, that's how everyone is, isn't it?]

[The thought of it makes his chest swell though, and his feet like lead, home at where they currently are an no where else. He can feel his whole body just relax, eyelids low as he tilts his head up, pressed against the great troll's armored chest and shoulder.]

Ah- but this is all I want right now, okay? [Voice quiet, lifting his arms a little, fingers lightly placing themselves on Darkleer's waist. The cold familiar feel of polished black is something he welcomes. Everything about Darkleer always feels chill, a collected cool in comparison to the nervous featherbeast that seems to reside inside his chest at all times. It'd be so nice if he could extend his commune to it, know exactly what to say to him, to calm him down, but he really doesn't. What can he say to someone that wants to be only his, knowing he's not? It's silly. All his life, Lysunder's always thought of himself as everyone, but like this, it almost feels contradictory to his nature.]

[A soft laugh, kind of sad in its own way. Even when he tries to be lighthearted in his own way, everything simply feels weighed down- a heavy heart and a heavy body that can't rise up too far.]

I guess the romantic line 'I would give you everything' won't work on you, then.

[Even if it's painfully true. Even if he would sacrifice his own limbs, his own health, to make it reality. It's a failing he's had since young. No matter how tightly he tries to tie himself to stone, it always seems to end with him falling all the harder into his emotions, sinking.]

[For a moment, he just stands there, enjoying the warmth that Summoner gives him. So warm, so light, everything he isn't but sometimes wishes he could posses.]

...You know, you ruined my romantic plans quite thoroughly. I was going to suggest we dance. I had picked the music and everything.

You really can be a bleeding heart, ya know that, Blue? [A short chuckle, sighing after words. The sigh isn't a result of some exasperated feeling though, of anguish, nothing like that, no. It's more of a reset, a kind of recooperating gesture, so short and insignificant really. But even just taking that moment to himself, it balances him. For now. But Summoner's always been like that. Where Darkleer would dwell of sweeps, Summoner would dwell for a day, week enough, and then stabilize again. He had to after all.]

We could, I'm no good though, you uh, you know that. [Sliding a hand up, moving to lift up Darkleer's face by his chin and giving him a playful little shove against his cheek with a palm.]

Let's hope whatever tunes you picked can cover up how clumsy I can be on my feet, eh?

I do.

[Whether he's referring to the bleeding heart comment or Summoner's lack of dance skills is up for debate. Regardless, his smile gets just a little stronger at Summoner's shove to his face, and then he pulls away just enough to pop a CD player out of his sylladex. As he adjusts himself into a dancing position with Summoner, he licks the tip of his nose.]

You can be graceful, when you aren't panicking over yourself.

[And then the CD starts, and the first song starts. Gently as he can, Darkleer starts to step, watching for Summoner's movements.]

Hn- [Pulls his head away a little, chuckling before returning the gesture quickly. Something he's gotten from animals, an affectionate habit he just can't quit.]

Okay, I uh, I guess, heh. It's just hard for me to deal with not being smooth enough to sweep even the heaviest troll off his feet. [A smirk. Not smooth enough, referring to his rather amateur dancing moves. He's just... terrible on his feet. In the sky? Beautiful, but- not so much on his feet.]

[The song's nice, but he immediately starts to focus on how they're moving, clinging a little, already letting their feet take all his attention as he follows Darkleer's steps awkwardly.]

[Well... He'll admit he doesn't really mind the clinging all that much. He never really minds Summoner's two left feet. It reminds him of the first time they danced, during the masquerade party where he was so nervous and shy, calm when he finally managed it at least a little. They should really do it more often.]

[It seems like nothing he can really do will help make the choice easier on Summoner. He doesn't want all their conversations, now few as they are with Mindfang here, to be sour. He wants them to be sweet again, just soft music and fumbling steps. If nothing else, he hopes their moments together can be more happy than sad. Even factoring out Mindfang, he knows they honestly only have a little while to enjoy one another's company.]

[Summoner deserves it.]

If you focus so much, you'll inevitably mess up.

[Well, a little while considering how used to long periods of time Darkleer is. Summoner? Maybe he has maybe 25 or so sweeps yet in his life span, if he even lives through all of them without getting killed, if he even spends a majority of them here or not. He views time a lot different from Darkleer, which is why this romance issue is so- pressing... He doesn't want to waste too much time but he doesn't know how to make it go faster- knows he can't just force it.]

Ah- yeah, I just- [A frown, tripping over one of Darkleer's feet a little. Summoner curses under his breath, his wings quickly opening a little, a reaction to his small teeter.] Ah- just- [Trails off, going back to focusing too much again.]

[He can't help the smile that flickers over his face as Summoner stumbles, and he steadies his hand on his hip.]

Do you spend this time staring at feet when you're in a fight?

Only lookin' down I do's from the sky, you know that- [A huff, glancing up, hands clinging more than they should, wings still a little open.]

I just- it's a lot different when I'm uh, relying on a different set a' limbs, ya know?

I keep telling you... [Still smiling a little, he nudges their noses together.]

Just rely on me. Me and the music.

Ah- y-yeah... [A sigh, face still a little scrunched as he tries to calm down, closing his wings, forcing himself to loosen his hands as he tries to just- let Darkleer take over. But Summoner still finds himself opening his eyes, glancing down, tensing.]

Ah- s-sorry-

You always apologize for such minor things.

[Pulling one hand from Summoner's shoulder, he slips it under his chin to tilt his face up.]

You're so pitiful. I don't know how my heart doesn't implode sometimes, listening to you.

Ah- c'mon, sh-shit Tink. [Feels his face heat a little, pulling his head away, trying not to show his nervous smile.]

You can be just as bad, all right?

When you are this close, acting so much like yourself, I can't very well help it, can I?

[A fond shake of his head before he tries to keep at least a little bit of his focus on dancing.]

Well. I'm glad you think so.

Yes you can help it, you just don't talk so much, that is helping it.

[A 'tch' kind of noise before he pulls in a breath and huffs it out through his nostrils. But he really needs to be paying attention to his dancing. He keeps accidentally hitting his feet against Darkleer's, or being too quick to try and follow his lead.]

Yeah- I ugh, how could you want to do this with me? [Looking down to his feet again, whoops.]

Because I like spending time with you, and I hardly notice you stepping on my feet.

[A sneak kiss to his forehead, since he's looking down.]

Because it makes me feel young again.

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