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

[aim_exorable]

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

Just rely on me. Me and the music.

[rebull]

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-

[aim_exorable]

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.

[rebull]

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?

[aim_exorable]

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.

[rebull]

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.]

[aim_exorable]

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.

[rebull]

Ah- still wish I wasn't though. [Stepping on your feet rather. But as they continue little by little, he doesn't do it as often at least.]

[Lysunder glances up at the kiss, managing a small smile and draws a little closer, hands snaking around Darkleer's neck further.]

Young again? With me? [A short laugh, raising a brow.] If you say so.

[aim_exorable]

Would I have any reason to lie to you?

[Without even really thinking about it, he starts to rub at the small of Summoner's back.]

I think it makes you look a little younger, too. Worrying about small things, instead of bigger ones.

[rebull]

Guess not. But sometimes you can get nervous enough not to tell me things, ya know? [A playful smirk, clenching a hand into his hair, tugging a little. Though Lysunder shifts, feeling a small chill, wings shivering slightly as that hand rubs over the sensitive skin of his back.]

Ah-... Ah, y-younger? How's worrying make you look younger? Never really- heard of that before. Actually, I've heard the opposite, heh.

[aim_exorable]

Well, those times- ah... [Cheating. That is a horrible example of cheating. Darkleer takes in a shivery breath before sulking a little bit at Summoner. He eases up at the next question.]

It depends on what you're worrying about. Worrying about dance steps... That's a younger kind of worry.

[rebull]

Heh, I guess. Don't think I'll get any better. [A scoff.] "Because I'm just some lowblood peasant with a body not made for certain privileges." Like dancing, I guess. [Still smiling, shows he knows what he's saying is total bullshit. He's just shitty at dancing is all.]

[aim_exorable]

[Phew, good, he was worried there for one moment.]

Hmm, when you're on the ground, perhaps, but I've seen you put professional comballet dancers to shame in the air.

[rebull]

Heh oh yeah? [A smile, leaning in.]

I can be quite the charmer on the right stage.

[aim_exorable]

I should think that's nearly every stage, then.

[He leans right back, noses brushing.]

You do have a rather lot of charm, after all.

[rebull]

A lot? Oh yeah? Like, how much is a lot. [Grin widening, lips curling a little, tightening his arms around him.]

[aim_exorable]

[Oh dear. Darkleer can't help smiling, however.]

What, can't you guess?

[rebull]

I could, but it's nice getting a little praise. Something sweeter about it coming from someone of your "distinguished caste" as well. [Whoops, a bit of his highblood fever showing.]

[aim_exorable]

[Having highblood fever and being a size queen is what gets you into trouble so much, Summoner.]

Mmhmm. Well, charming enough to lift me off my feet, which I can assure you is quite a task.

[rebull]

[Yep...]

It really is, not exactly the lightest guy I've swept away, but I'm uh, I'm not complaining. Heh. [Dips his head in, pressing a kiss to Darkleer's cheek, jaw- neck, blowing out a soft breath through his nose as his hands loosen from they're earlier clenching before.]

[aim_exorable]

I'm fairly certain you like the challenge- oh.

[Ugh, he just... knows all of his weakspots, with that hot breath. Darkleer can't help but shudder and knead his fingers into Summoner's back.]

[rebull]

Try to not get too distracted, you're still leading, babe. [Smiles, blowing purposefully into his hair.]

[aim_exorable]

[Huff!]

I could focus so much better if you weren't teasing me.

[But you know what, fine, he'll draw his fingers along your back then.]

[rebull]

But you like me teasing you. [A wider smile before a shiver, but really, that just makes his smile stick, pressing up closer, sliding his hands down to Darkleer's hips finally.]

[aim_exorable]

I admit positively nothing.

[Horrible wretch. Darkleer glances down at the feel of those hands on his hips before he just chuckles.]

Weren't you supposed to be watching your steps?