vatheon | Wine hath drowned more men than the sea.

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Wine hath drowned more men than the sea.

Who: Summoner and who the heck ever
When: Late evening/very early morning
Where: Deep in the forest within the bubble
Style: Prose & action both welcomed
Status: Open

All right.

He needs a drink already.

Lysunder's been doing extremely well lately with not indulging in spirits, though he quite enjoys human liquor. He knows he shouldn't- but, damnit. He's been trying to talk to people, be his regular self, get out there, confide in those he can, granted it's a very small number, but it's not the same without him to speak to as they did when he first came here.

So now he needs a drink, and buzz off anyone that disagrees, it's not like it'll kill him-

Hopefully.

Summoner's hand curls around the bottle neck tight as he leans against a tree, ass to the grass and wings sloppily folded between he and the tree trunk. The red haired troll stares lazily at the dark canopy, watching to a smaller amount of animal eyes and usual, not communing with the creatures nearby as much while he sits there intoxicated.

"Sorry guys, but you ain't Pyral, eh, ya can fly but i's still not the same." A smirk, watching some small birds linger on a branch above before he swirls the bottle and moves it up to tip back and swallow. The burn is good by this point, he can barely feel it besides the warmth and he's having a hard time slowing everything down around him. Also good. He wants that. It helps him just sink down and enjoy the chill around him as he completely avoids thinking about his problems, even just for a few hours.

It's better to sometimes just sit and do nothing, right? Just not face your problems for a bit. Just... be.

Even if he really does know better.

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"Flattery is not going to get you anywhere tonight, Lysunder." Still, he offers a very small smile before nodding to the drink. He has a feeling he knows why the other is indulging tonight, but he won't bring it up.

"So, what poison have you chosen tonight?"

"Aww." A smile, opening his sylladex and takes out his triforce earrings. He moves his earrings to his ears and his horns shift in size quickly. Summoner uses the extra room to lounge out on Darkleer's lap like a cat, breathing deep as he stretches over the other's legs.

"Hmm, bourbon, or whatever it's called."

Darkleer isn't surprised to see the earrings get pulled out. However, the same cannot be same when Summoner suddenly drapes across his legs, and he can't fight an amused snort. His hand goes down to lay on top of Summoner's head, claws going to lightly scratch against his scalp and occasionally at his horn base.

"Someone is affectionate tonight."

"Mmm..." He lets out a pleasured sigh, closing his eyes.

"I stopped by not too long ago."

Hearing that sigh just convinces Darkleer that he should do it more, and he keeps it up.

"Hmm? Stopped by what?"

"Your apartment." His words get a little sloppier as he dissolves into that hand.

"Oh, while I was out? You could have waited, I don't often take too long." It's true. Groceries, robot supplies, and occasionally just browsing for newcomers or in the Nostalgia Quarter. He's content with that.

"No, you were asleep." A sigh, opening his eyes to stare blankly at the canopy.

"I watched a movie in your living room with Tinkertot."

"What?" That makes him straighten up, brow furrowing. "While I am glad you are getting along with Equius, why didn't you wake me?" He knows his sleep schedule, after all. It had to be in the middle of the night, and therefore must have been serious.

"I dunno."

Darkleer doesn't push. Instead, he just shifts from using his claws to the softer pads of his fingers as he runs them through Summoner's hair. "Wake me up, next time. I like seeing you, fool that you are."

"Nah, I didn't want to bother ya. Besides, it was nice hanging with the kid, even if he got pretty frustrated with me."

That earns a light pinch to Summoner's ear. "Hush. You wouldn't be bothering me. Besides, if Equius got aggravated with you, I am sure it was for good reason." No he isn't slightly biased about his son, hush.

"A reason, really?" That gains an annoyed look.

"You realize that kid still probably wonders what the hell is going on with us, right?" A breath.

"Like why you waste yer time on some 'peasant' idiot that will only l-" He stops, shutting his mouth and sucking in fast before closing is eyes again.

"Whatever."

...Oh.

OH. He sees what the problem is here. Gently, Darkleer cups Summoner's face. "You are the most foolish of idiots," he says quietly, his thumb sweeping over one brow, "and I could kiss you for it. I doubt Equius is wondering that at all. At worst, he's probably more concerned that you shall corner me in public and make quite a lewd display again. Or, at least, a lewd display in front of him again, even if by complete accident." The fingers start to stray into Summoner hair again.

"Considering it was him and Gamzee who made me relax my views on the hemospectrum in the first place, I do not think he would ever think of you as a 'peasant'."

A pause.

"An idiot, well, that is more likely. However, I think the same, so it's alright."

His eyebrows furrow, frowning at Darkleer's first comment and then through the rest of what he says. Summoner still has a hard time reading certain trolls and apparently Equius and Darkleer are some of them. Not all the time, but at least with this. Though, most of what Summoner has been saying lately is due to his confidence drop as a result of this whole Signless issue.

"Peasant was one of the cleanest, kindest words I could think of." A huff, closing his eyes, moving a hand to grab at one of Darkleer's wrists.

"Yeah well, I am an idiot, that much is probably true anyway."

"Undoubtedly." But he keeps his voice soft, and leans down so that he can kiss the knuckles on Summoner's hand.

"But you are my idiot, and I am quite thankful for it."

Smiles, lifting his hand to press a finger to Darkleer's lips.

"That'd sound sweet if it wasn't making fun of me. We both know I'm awesome."

Well, if the finger is at his lips, clearly that means it should be kissed.

"You can be an idiot at the same time, you know."

Good job! That is what drunk Summoner was hoping for. Now the next finger, touching the pad lightly to Darkleer's lips.

"Of course I can't."

Gosh, Summoner, maybe he should just start kissing all your fingers. Clearly this is not your secret plan or anything. But fine, just one more.

"I believe I disagree."

Not at all! Next finger.

"No, uh, you can't, because that actually makes you wrong, I'm pretty sure."

What if his lips want to stay on this new fingers? What then?

"Are you sure you're not the one who is wrong? Hm?"

No see, he can't do that. Next finger. Next. Summoner makes sure to really press this one on his lips hard, a few times, come on man.

"Yes."

Wow, how cruel. That is really unfair, so maybe he'll just... nip at that finger slightly. And then kiss it.

"Well, I think I am perfectly right."

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