vatheon | Your web, I'm caught

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Your web, I'm caught

Who: Mindfang and Summoner
When: Feb 4th - Afternoon
Where: Starting in the Plaza
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

So this is probably a terrible idea, but honestly? He can't just keep flying away from this issue. They're stuck in this bubble and he can't just- he knows he has to face this, hell, at least talk to her. That and he wants to see her, even if he spent sweeps preparing himself to never get to see her again. After her death it was so difficult to get that into his skull. Death was so common to his race but... to never see her again, see her move, breath, smile, it was hard on him and his heart. Summoner imagines seeing her again will be too. He was ready to never see her anymore, but he never prepared himself to see her now. He doesn't regret what he did, he won't mope infront of her, wanting forgiveness, feeling like he doesn't deserve it- no. But he feels terrible for something else and that's what makes it hard.

So as he waits in the plaza, he feels both dread and excitement. His wings flutter here and there, but he remains still, feeling odd bouts of self consciousness, knowing he's sweeps older than she would remember him. But he's quiet, and stays put, keeping his breathing steady and hiding his shaking hands in the pockets of the blue Zora tunic Zelda gave him.

Forever seems like it passes, trying to actually- not commune around the area, wanting to wait to see her in person now. He hasn't let himself get a good look at her face at all, he knows he needs to see it with his own eyes first, doesn't seem right other wise. Tch, then again, what about this situation feels right?

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"You would have done it. After my slip, it was me or the rebellion, and I always knew which one would come first. Pathetic and stubborn as you are." A faint smile, and a small nod. "I know. And it was prefered to living life alone till a natural death."

She is glad that out of anyone it was him. At least he had held her as she died, at least she could have his warmth as the world went dark and air became a pain to take in.

"I think you have enough. Enough to appreciate the world and yet still try and change it. It makes you certain to make each day important, and not let them pass in a blur of same old same old."

When he glances back down at her she takes it as a sign to move over, bumping her hip against him in a faint teasing move. She could have him flat on his back if she wanted, but there's no force behind it. "I know how you are. I lost track of the times you flew off on me whenever we tried to have a vaguely serious talk." Her hand drops down next to his but she doesn't take it, fingers just nervous curling in the air. She wants to, so bad, but that might make him do the same old thing. So instead she just sighs. "It's how you are. I learnt ways to deal with it, with time."

"Having faith in my rebellion does not make me pathetic." Said with an almost stern expression now. He knew she thought of him pathetic for his war, for what he fought for, he understands why, but- Mindfang finding it pathetic only means she still thought like those other highbloods, the ones that roared in laughter at his and the other's efforts. Summoner doubted, and still doubts, she'd ever have true faith in it sometimes.

"Yeah, bit of a problem," A small laugh, starting to move a bit now, though it's almost like pacing, nervous, just trying to move so he's not merely just- standing there. They may be in public but he's still rather nervous.

"Wings just made it easier for me too."

"And you pity me for things I wouldn't consider pathetic." She gives him own look back, stubborn as he can be. It's not that she thinks like them, it's more selfish. She wants him, all to herself, and only knowing that she was to die before him that eased it. And she knows in the end, he's only going to get his heartbroken and die.

She lets him shift away, a little upset that he was so quick to do so, but keeps an eye on him. If he tries to leave this time she's sure she could catch him, drag him back to earth quick enough to sit on him and stop that. So, trying to act casual she leans back, "It's a quirk. You're brave in many other ways, and like I said, I dealt."

"Even without them, you're a better climber then me, and running isn't such a hazard since your depth perception is fine. You would have gotten away."

"I guess..." Wouldn't find pathetic would you? Maybe not. How you dig your own holes, make them deeper, further yourself from everyone because you think loneliness and separation makes you more powerful. Like having no ties to people assures your longevity. Though- worded like that, guess you're right. It's still a sad way to live- though suppose she... she hadn't taken the paths she did, was more well liked, understood. What happened to her- to them- might never had happened. But then again. he'd probably not pity her as much if she wasn't so tragic.

"Brave in a lot of ways, took you a while to see that, but I got through to ya eventually." A smirk, still moving, though at a slow pace. He has to shift away, he knows he'll want to draw closer, knows she'll want the same, so he can't let that happen.

"Guess so, guess even now I still run from a lot, even with how bull headed I can be about things." A small sigh.

That's not pathetic it's really cool. And smart. Power is worth more in the end, and in the end, you really can only trust yourself. Had she not developed a strong will, had she remained a sweet girl that she had once been, so long ago she barely remembers it, she would have never survived. Not in Alternia. As much as she disliked her old teacher, and found him to be annoying, there were a few lessons he had taught her that she valued. After all they had helped make her who she was, confident and strong, compromise a foreign word.

"I like to think I helped with some of that courage. At least to build on what was naturally there." What. She has a big ego, it's needs stroking often.

"Yes I can see that." A pointed eyebrow raise as he continues to pace. "Do you think I'm going to bite?"

It could be cool if you didn't do it in such a drastic way. It just ends up being really unfortunate and sad. Only yourself. What a lonely existence, Mindfang. Again, it doesn't help his feelings though, only keeps him pitying her, as selfish and dumb as she can be. Summoner's never really thought that type of strength was cool. She might have been cool when he was younger, when he didn't know exactly how she worked, but once he knew the truth what he thought began to more towards something a lot less inspired.

"You did, when I was just a nymph. You know I owe you a lot." A small smile, rubbing at his nose ring a bit nervously as he continues to walk. He's pretty used to her need for ego boosting well- everything. It's funny, Mindfang thinking she prefers doing everything on her own, preferring to divide herself from others, and then she grows so happy in the company of those willing to brag for her.

"Eh heh-" He gives a wary smile. "More than most."

Psh. Though obviously in the end she had come to see it that way. There had been nothing stopping her from leaving him, besides her own stupid heart. And he was right, to continue on her life, with all the sweeps she still has left in the hourglass, would have been a lonely life. She doubts she would have been able to take another flushed lover, and she hadn't had a true black romance for sweeps despite her teasing claims that it was in fact a dragon. After she had to get rid of Redglare so soon after Dualscar she just hadn't found another to interest her enough to create a loathing. And a moirail was something she had always lacked. So it would have been so very lonely.

"I know." If he was more like Darkleer perhaps she'd be able to use that against him, like she does with the life debt the blueblood owes her. But really that would just be another form of manipulation and she... doesn't want that. She turns her head, a few earrings chiming as they click against each other and briefly studies the ground. "But you were a good student. That at least made it worth it."

A small eyeroll. "Have a little faith Lys. I can keep my base instincts under control, as much as many believe otherwise. Besides, I have no wish to see you fly away." Rather she wants him to do it, make the first move because then she knows she can do it, pull him back to her. "As much as I want it, I've never been one to force you, have I?"

Good thing too, even if it meant she... met with the end she did. But a life isn't great due to it's length, it's great for a lot of other reasons. And though things happened as they did, Summoner knows he's a better person because she was in his life, and he'd gladly shorten his life even more if it meant he could keep those memories.

As for the dragon kismesis, he said it then and he'd say it now- he could see it. Double lances and a wink.

"I was a great student, been a great a lot of stuff I think." A more confident smirk, flashing her some fangs. But the expression dies a little when she says that. He feels a clench in his chest, glancing away. Yeah, he knew she- wanted to, knows she hasn't actually forced him in sweeps, hadn't forced many in sweeps, every since he went off on her for it.

Hearing her say it makes it difficult to push from his mind though, and Lysunder merely grows silent, wings tightening in their closed position behind him.

It was a kinder end, in it's own way. For her at least. Though she would have given her longevity to live with him till his own end. But she knows the story of the Disciple, how the troll was driven mad in her exile without her own love. She wouldn't want that to happen to her, even if she always did walk the tip of the knife concerning sanity.

As much fun as it is to stab the stupid thing's mouth after another attempt to eat her, no thanks. Dragon breath was gross.

"You were.... Definitely one for the history books, if everything wasn't so heavily censored. Perhaps one for the cave walls." The side of her own mouth curls up in a little smile, a true smile and not a smirk. It's rare, and it disappears just as quick. She doesn't need to step into his mind to take a guess at what's going through it right now.

Hesitantly she clears her throat, not meeting his eyes as she speaks. "To be truthful, it was instinct the last time I did it. I had gotten lax I suppose, and fell back into an old habit when under stress. That doesn't excuse it, I'm aware. I just... nevermind." Felt he should know? How would that help, really. She almost regrets saying that much.

"Censored, right-" A bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair. He's avoiding looking at her right now though, dispelling certain thoughts from his mind. It's hard though with her standing right next to him, living, breathing- and it doesn't help that he still feels like kind of fluttering in his gut upon being with her.

"Last time you did wh-" he starts, glancing to her now. Just as she cuts herself off he understands though and looks down again. "Instinct or not." Shakes his head.

"You caused many deaths, and almost a lot more- I- I did what I had to do." A sigh. "I know what- what you're trying to say," his lips peel back a little.

"And I'm sorry for a few things, I'm- not sorry for what I did to you in the end." His face gets a little more grave, staring with a serious stare forward, hands moving to his sides. "And I do not regret it- I am sorry for other things though."

It's so tempting to reach up, run her own fingers through his hair, divide the red from black. Almost as tempting as the thought of gripping him by that hair as she kisses him. She always was tactile, especially since the loss of her arm had meant the loss of nerves, metal unable to feel and remember all that she wanted.

But the conversation is more important. They need to talk, before he can accept her back, he needs it to recover, she knows that much. Patience must be the priority.

"I know. And good." A small smirk. "I didn't train a whimp, who would regret what was needed to succeeded." She can't help it, she reaches forward, metal fingers briefly brushing against his before dropping away.

"...What are you sorry for though?" Probably something stupid she thinks.

It never helped that he liked her so handsy either. And the feel of her metallic arm was always so cold to touch. Summoner'd never support her getting her arm stripped off for such a contraption, but he certainly enjoyed how it felt when she touched him. Cold, cool, highbloods are good for that, metal even more. He could let his mind wander on that subject, but-

Thankfully it's far from him right now as he continues to keep his gaze from her as they walk.

"Eh we're uh, we're all wimps in our own way. Flaws are just something we gotta deal with I think." Especially if we got a lot of 'em... He gives a small smile, mostly to himself. "Depends on how you grow from them, how to handle them."

A beat, his hands quickly clenching into fists after feeling the touch of her hand. It could've been an accident, but his mind makes it something more immediately and Summoner moves fast to hide his hands in his pockets.

"Uh-" A breath, clearing his head. "Sorry for-" His shoulders relax slightly, brows furrowing.

"For making the good bye have to hurt a lot more than the dagger did."

His warmth was something she craved just as much, on her, in her, around her. She always had such a need for warmth, made clear by all her interest in giving her red quadrant to those lower than her. And he had soon become her favourite source of warmth, always fond of curling around him like a snake to leech it from him.

Her next exhale is a little heavier then the last, and it's only thanks to years of mastering her expressions that keep her face from heating.

“I suppose.” The closest he'll get to an agreement from her. After all a true agreement means admitting she has flaws too, something her pride just won't allow. “They have their uses.”

She looks away when he shifts his hand, biting the inside of her cheek to ease the sting of rejection. All she can manage is a shrug, her own fingertips slipping through her belt as she widens her steps to keep up.

“It's fine.” A slow exhale. “It was nice, for what it was. Almost peaceful.” Being held by him as she bled out, his warmth grounding her even as breaths turned to gasps. It had helped, even as much as it hurt.

Heavier? He notices. Her sighs and signs of exasperation are rather subtle when they have to do with sorrow but- he's used to it, with her anyway. Not that he says anything about it, not that he can really do anything to relieve it. It makes him just feel useless, a feeling he's not as used to these days.

"Peaceful- ah- suppose you woulda preferred something uh-" A bitter chuckle. "A little more explosive. You always were pretty rip-roar, heh."

It's strange how sharp her memories are of him, down to minute, unimportant details. And yet the memories of her wigglerhood were faded and fuzzy, even the most important events were half forgotten.

Her shrug is slow, almost lazy. "Perhaps. I know that's what I wanted long ago. Had I not already known my future, I would have enjoyed going out via the Neophyte." A sigh. "But you changed me a little. So it wasn't that bad."

Meanwhile his seem to be fading here and there. It's hard with how fast his life is, how active it is. The last time he saw her as she is now was... sweeps ago. And a lot of what he remembers he tried not to think about much. So having her hear, she feels almost unfamiliar again, in this kind of intoxicating way. Fluttering and snarling in his stomach again, like when they first started to really-

He shakes his head a little, it's subtle, pushing those thoughts aside, but they're proving relentless.

"Me changing you wasn't bad?" A small, bitter laugh. "Naw, I uh, I know you think that, babe, I just." Shakes his head again, putting a hand to the back of his neck and rubbing it anxiously.

"Sometimes I forget that I really did anythin' for ya." Ya know, besides kill you...

"Not wholly. It was a worthwhile change at least." A small shrug. There were actually many who had left their mark on her, if she was truly honest. Her teacher, most obvious, helping her become who and what she was. The Dolorosa too, enough to make her start to crave a truly reciprocated red romance. And the Summoner, enough to temper both her pride and ruthlessness, enough to make her someone most could actually be around. "Besides, I changed you too, to some degree. Consider it an even trade."

She stops, catching his forearm to halt him too. This needs touch, this is important enough that she needs to make sure he hears her. "Lys... I was happy with you" A soft snort. "Do you really think I would have stayed, right till that moment if I wasn't getting something? I'm not a foolish nymph with a grand idea of tragic love that binds her to a one sided relationship. You were there and I was happy. That's what was important." And that's what makes her crave him back, enough that her chest has an ache from the want to feel that happy warmth again.

"Ya did, sure as hell helped me become what I am today. Granted, with uh, a little trouble along the way too." Lots of scolding on both their parts after all. And it was hard to get Summoner to do much of anything when Mindfang kept running around mind controlling people. But then things... settled. Almost unexpectedly so. But the effort definitely made an impact on him.

Lysunder stops, his arm tensing under her grip, gaze getting a bit more intense as he stares forward and down, not... not at her. But his ears burn as she listens. Even if part of him wants to some how avoid hearing too, he knows he has to, knows he should. Her words make his chest clench, and he continues to avert his gaze as a coil of disgust churns in his gut. Disgust at what, himself? He's not sure. Maybe it's not disgust, anxiety maybe? Ugh why's he so bad at this?

"I-" He starts, swallow and licking his lips.

"I know you were, I was too, it was something we did together, like it shoulda been. Then..." Another swallow, feeling a small chill run through him, making his wings rustle a little.

"Never said I denied how ya felt, Fang."

"We were a good team, if I may be so vain." Though its not like she needs the permission. Bragging is like breathing to her really. And why should t she be proud of not only her own but their accomplishments together. It seemed like quite a worthy thing be proud off. And when you consider all her past achievements it was one of the few times in her life where her pride at her accomplishments didn't go hand in hand in destroying others for fun.

Her hand stays on his arm, fingers curled just slightly against the fabric. He's so warm an she can tell he's already starting to get twitchy, nervous from the contact. Her own gut churns, mostly with deep anger that she can't even touch him without him becoming startled. That their reduced to the days before their relationship, stuck back in that slow circle of testing the waters. Ugh she wants to throttle Darkleer for what he's done, hurt him so it hurts we a little less.

"And I never said you did deny it." A soft, small hint of a smile. "But that's what you gave me, that's what you did for me. You made me happy." It's ridiculously sappy and normally she would ridicule the words, mockingly say them. But for a change they're sincere. They're utterly true.

"If you may-" He mouths off the words with a small laugh, because he knows that doesn't need to be said. The two of them have done a lot in their time, surely haven't wasted a day, and Mindfang's never been shy about admitting her accomplishments either. And with her referencing them, his mind can't help but wander in that direction. As he stands on the outskirts of the plaza, his eyes barely noticing anyone near, ears only hearing her for a moment. His mind dives back into those "accomplishments", refreshing himself before her hand once again brings him back.

His head turns a little, enough to glance down at those fingers still curled tight. Yeah- twitchy, that's a word for it. But unlike back then before everything, this isn't just nervous butterflies. He's scared of doing something wrong, but not by her.

"I know, I know that..." His hands clench, not tugging away from her, but not really giving her anything else to go off of. No gestures, words- hell he wouldn't even know what to say or do if he wanted to.

She smirks a littl at his laugh, not minding it too much. He's been one of the few who can laugh at her, to a small degree. It wasn't ever meant in mocking, just amusement. And she liked his laugh. It made her smile curl just a little more, feeling her year beat in her chest. Ugh. He makes her feel so pathetic.

She notices the fists curl and suddenly the happiness dies. Briefly she bites her lip, fingers curling a little tightr before she lets go, hand sliding off his arm. Right. Touching. Right. He loves her and yet for some strange reason she's still not really understanding he is keeping himself from wanting her.

Her fingers curl in her belt loops again, and just in hope of clearing this awkwardness she clears her throat. Please let it work.

He seems to relax as soon as she lets good, pulling in a deep breath as he starts to move again. There's this chill that runs through him, making his rumble inside for a moment, his chest heave.

"So uh-" Swallow, glancing to her, then away again.

"How's Vatheon been?" He knows... kinda... I mean he's been watching you a little, here and there... Saw you trash a few fruit stands, you know, the usual.

She only becomes more subdued the more he relaxes, sadness wining out over rage in this case. It hurts to see that he breaths so much easier when she pulls away, hurts her to think that a kinder troll would let him go if she wante him to be happy. Not keep on fighting and trying to reconnect.

But she hasn't be nice for a very long time. And she knows, given the chance, she can make him happy once more.

"...Boring." A mostly truth. Fighting miniscar had been fun. And at least the place had booze. No one needed to see her sober, unpracticed empathy unlocked to pound at her head till she was screaming over all the thoughts. But yes, destruction of property was the norm. At least for her. "I suppose I should jut be glad to e alive, and yet... Would it kill the place to be more interesting, worthy of exploration?"

It's not- it's not because he doesn't like her. It's the opposite... Ugh, it, it shouldn't be the opposite. But he really does still feel strongly for her, and he knows he's an idiot. So with her having direct contact with him it just worries him. Her presence doesn't exactly bother him, if it did he would have tried to fly away already. But explaining this would be far too difficult for him and he knows he'd just... slaughter what he was truing to say.

"Ah-" A sigh, gaining a but more relaxation as he agrees with her with a nod. "Yeah, definitely. Guess it's a nice place but- not for me. Wouldn't think it'd ever be your thing either, heh." Sigh. "Be better if I still didn't have so much to do, hey?"

"Things pick up with certain curses though I guess."

She had always been the one with the silver tongue, and even if she had tried to teach him that skill it had never really stuck. An annoyance really. But speaking about emotions gave her just the same amount of problems, especially when they're emotions that take her over so completely. And to even consider admitting it hurts her wounds her pride already more then she can bare.

"I've never really enjoyed quiet. And with how life has been in the past few sweeps, I suppose I'm still not quite ready to slow down. I'm still keyed up for a fight." A fight she won't even get to have, not the way she wants it, not now. But he's right, he still has so much to do, even if she's known for a long time the chances of success are more then slim. "You'll get back soon enough. And continue to show them who you are."

"I've yet to see one that interests me." Mostly because she's yet to really have one affect her.

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