Wine hath drowned more men than the sea.

[rebull]

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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[aim_exorable]

That feels wonderful, it should be a crime. Breathing harder now, Darkleer wants very much to submit to these twined feelings of slight pain and great pleasure. But... But...

"Nnno no no, stop that, come here." His hands fumble for a moment before he takes a hold of Summoner's hip properly. "You're drunk. We need to get you back to your hive."

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"Mmmm." Rolls his hip in Darkleer's hand, grabbing with a fist onto his hair, his lips sliding softly over the moist skin where he had licked on the other's neck.

"So?- Why? We can just stay out here."

[aim_exorable]

Gosh darnit no! He was supposed to stop him, not encourage him! Darkleer promptly snaps his mouth shut and tries to strangle his own moan. "Lysunderrr, no, we can't, you're drunk!"

[rebull]

"Ugh, why not? It's not like we're shy wrigglers sitting about a campfire anymore."

[aim_exorable]

"Because you're drunk, and one of us needs to keep our thinkpan in place." Huffing, he tries to turn the tables by wrapping his arms around Summoner's waist in an attempt to pick him up as he stands up. "Going to sober you up, honestly..."

[rebull]

He just kind of goes limp, groaning.

"Ugh, fine."

[aim_exorable]

"You'll thank me when you are sober," is all he says, adjusting Summoner in his grip as needed until they're both, more or less, comfortable. As he carries him through the forest, Darkleer just nuzzles his hair.

"I simply don't like it. It's the kind of thing that just screams horrible mistakes are going to happen, trying to be so intimate while intoxicated."

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"If you were intoxicated too you wouldn't be like that- er uh, say that." He leans on him, frowning and glaring up at him, folding his wings up so they don't drag.

[aim_exorable]

A snort. "Like the dickens I would not be. I stick to my morals, and pailing while drunk is not in them." His ears twitch as he recognizes the surroundings. Yes, he is heading the right way to the hot springs.. Excellent.

Carefully, Darkleer leans down and kisses Summoner right between the eyes.

"I do love you, you know."

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"Heh, I know you do." A snicker, pressing his forehead harder against those lips.

"I love you too, even if it's still really strange to say that..."

[aim_exorable]

"Excellent." Just a very soft, loving smile. "Then all I ask is that you remember that we both love each other quite a bit, alright, Lysunder?"

And that's when he dumped him into the hot springs.

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[rebull]

SHRIEKING.

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[rebull]

SO MUCH SHRIEKING AND MOVING ABOUT.

OH GOD HE IS GOING TO DROWN.

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OKAY okay, plastering his wings down to his body because oh god water suddenly enveloping them is one of the most terrifying feelings ever. Summoner quickly moves to the edge, gripping it like a horrified cat.

[aim_exorable]

He's not going to laugh. He's not going to laugh. He is a bad person if he laughs.

...

Okay just one snigger. He is the worst person. Kneeling at the edge of the water, Darkleer offers his hand. "Ready to head back to your hive now?"

[rebull]

Glaring at you.

Glaring. Wet red hair dripping over his eyes and everything.

"Jerk."

[aim_exorable]

Sorry, but it is too adorable for Darkleer to take much offense.

"Only when I need to be."

[rebull]

He'll lift himself out on his own, thank you!

Which he does in a very animal manner, going on all fours and opening up his wings to shake them off onto DARKLEER, BECAUSE HE'S A JERK.

[aim_exorable]

Wow he's just trying to be polite! After doing a totally impolite thing!

There's a slight squawk at the spray of water, but then Darkleer is just laughing a bit, wiping at himself.

[rebull]

There's a huff as he stands back up, his wings swooshing down with a gust of wind in one final swoop to get any water still on off.

He sighs, taking in a deep breath and glances over at Darkleer, a small smile creeping on his lips.

[aim_exorable]

He's too busy wiping the water off of his glasses to pay much mind, but he does notice that silence. Chuckles quieting, he takes in a deep breath.

"I do not suppose you are sober now, hm?"

[rebull]

"Not completely, no I uh, still feel it."

"I mean, oh yes of course- completely sober. I am so uh, so very sober right now." Smiles, sliding a hand up Darkleer's arm.

[aim_exorable]

More snorting. "Liar." But he smiles back, running his hand through Summoner's messy and wet hair.

[rebull]

"Mmm." Smiles, pushing into that hand.

"Guess I should head to the hive then, hey?"

[aim_exorable]

"I'll come with you." Just lazily tracing circles against his hairline.

"No more throwing you into small bodies of water."