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.

Comments

[toreadorkabull]

It was fairly impossible for Tavros to be quiet with robot legs and metal feet. If his foot didn't clank against a stray rock or tree root, the motors in his legs made enough noise to sound his advance. Oddly enough, most animals didn't run when he came through unless they were inordinately skiddish. It's gotten to the point where he was communing more often then not.

Which was how he was able to find his way to the Summoner with little to no issues.

He was in good spirits himself, his smile was a lot more genuine than it used to be, and he picked up the pace when he finally spotted him. "Dad!"

[o8liter8]

It's been a while since they last talked. Longer for him than for her. And hey, anywhere with booze is a place Mindfang would like to be. So when she happens to see the Summoner as she passes by, she hesitates, then heads over to see him, sitting and scooting next to him.

"Is this seat taken?" And she grins, trying to hide and take the edge off her nervousness.

[Action] Yeah this can't end well

[blessedbyfarore]

Link, in general, has a pretty extraordinary capacity for sleep. Tonight, though - or is it morning already? - sleep seems a little more elusive, and in a last-ditch attempt to tire himself out, he's taken to walking through the forest.

When he spots the troll leaning against the tree, he pauses for a moment, surprised, before smiling faintly.

"Hi, Lysunder... you can't sleep either?"

[aim_exorable]

And at some point, Darkleer can be found at his side.

Really, it's so hard not to just slip back into his usual stealth ways, which is how he nearly seems to appear out of thin air as he kneels down to calmly sit besides Summoner. Yes, he knows there technically isn't much of a reason to just... fade into the background, but he so often does. Habits die hard.

"Enjoying yourself?"

[rebull]

Even if he was quiet Summoner would know he was coming. He might be as drunk and a quackbeast but he's still watching through his communes.

The clanking was actually kind of nice... Nice it only reassured who he was seeing approach and not having the animals fly off was just as nice.

"Heh, heeeey little troll." He manages, his breath as strong as the air about him but he seems pleased to see Tavros none the less, leaning forward slightly and adjusting his wings.

"Out pretty late, aren't ya? Or haven't you adjusted to a human sleep schedule yet?"

[rebull]

Darkleer is one of the people he has a hell of a time tracking, even with ears and eyes everywhere. But he;s used to how the other shifts and sways through the shadows so Darkleer's sudden appearance only gains a slight jolt from the winged troll before he glances over.

"Now I am."

[Action] Naaaaah, it'll be fine.

[rebull]

Join the club. Sleep has always been an illusive wonder to Summoner, well, ever since he got older anyway. He used to love flying off to never never land when he was younger.

"Hey, saw you comin'." A smile. "An' heh, yeah, uh, nothing really new with that though, to be honest, anyway. Shouldn't you be sleepin' though?"

[rebull]

He had time to prepare for her company, watching everything near him as always, even like this, but it still barely prepared him. Her appearance might be about the same but that female inside is still different and it makes him pretty uncomfortable. But..., she did just sit next to him, scooting close, it triggered some nostalgia and that's what probably helped the words to be coaxed from his liquor damp lips.

"By you." A shrug, managing a very slight smile as he tilts his head to make sure one of his massive horns is behind her head and not hitting her as he leans back.

[o8liter8]

"Feel like sharing the booze, or is this a bring-your-own kind of party?" She shrugs too, leaning back. He's not making any suspicious moves, so she lets herself relax.

"How are the wings? I never did get to ask you how they healed up."

[rebull]

A sigh, the liquid swirling when he passes the bottle her way, continuing to look forward.

"They're fine, grew in bigger and better. Guess that's a pretty normal thing, heh." A sigh.

"Dunno if uh, that's something I'll get used to right away.

[o8liter8]

"Well, I guess it makes sense, right? They look pretty delicate, and we don't live short lifetimes like a lot of the winged insects. So if they're not sturdier, they'd need to be constantly replaced or else they'd get beat up beyond repair."

She takes the bottle, taking a swig from it.

"So. I miss anything while I was unconscious for a perigee? I know about Signless dying, and what you did to Dualscar. Haven't heard much besides that."

[rebull]

"That's it." A sigh shrugging his shoulders.

"Disciple showed back up, uh, were ya here for that?" He takes the bottle back, tipping it to his mouth before sighing and leaning his head back, closing his eyes.

"Not much else worth sayin', uh, MF. You were out for a pretty long time though, heh. This place is pretty crazy with what it does to us, eh?"

[o8liter8]

"If I was, I didn't hear about it. Who's she, one of the pacifist brigade?" She takes the bottle back when he closes his eyes.

"Yeah, but what else is new. Nothing particularly interesting ever happens here. I miss being active. Miss my crew, too."

If Summoner knows her in the future, then he gets it, right? There has to be something about him Future Mindfang thinks is worth sticking around for.

[rebull]

"Signless's lover and follower," he says, feeling a churn in his stomach thinking about the Signless, one strong enough to make his eyebrows need and make him wanting that bottle back already.

"Tell me about it. A peaceful cage is still a cage to me." He frowns, taking in a deep breath.

"I'm trapped in so many ways here," a bitter smile, "Think I deserve it?" He cocks his head to the side, glancing in her direction with a glassy gaze.

[o8liter8]

"Nah." She shakes her head, taking another drink and then handing the bottle back. "You're a lot like me, right? You wanted to be free. People like that aren't meant for cages."

[rebull]

Summoner lifts the bottle, staring at the little alcohol left.

"Hence my life goal, Fang. People aren't meant for cages in general."

[o8liter8]

"Maybe, maybe not. A lot of the ones I knew seemed perfectly happy with their cages. Liked having a place in things. So I left them behind."

She leans back, staring up at the sky.

"Did whatever I wanted. Live free or die. Now I'm here and can't do either. It drives you mad, really."

[rebull]

"That's why we differ." A stern look, his wings curling tighter behind him.

"And that's how you differ from her." He sighs, leaning back again. The Mindfang he knew always encouraged his behavior, always pushed him to be astounding, to strive constantly, as if she wanted him to be all he could be and more, to achieve greatness.

"Yeah, and you'll do whatever the hell you want later too, I'm telling ya, one day you're gonna piss the wrong person off." Lysunder sighs, closing his eyes.

"Can we not talk about this? I don't want even more constant reminders."

[o8liter8]

"Oh, I know that much. Still going to do it. I'll live how I want. And if what you're doing is what you want, then shouldn't you be doing it? Someone's going to take umbrage with you too, one day, I'm sure. You don't have a chance in hell, yet you do it. Why? Because you want to. Because you're following your own way and damn the consequences." She shrugs. "I'd be offended if you weren't that kind of person."

Oh, there's an idea. A drunken, crazy idea she'll probably forget in the morning, but it'll stick with her later.

"What's it like? Your little war with the highbloods. Living rough, going all out for the lowblooded freedom cause."

[aim_exorable]

"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?"

[rebull]

"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."

[rebull]

"I have a chance," a scowl, glaring down at the ground.

"I do it for my people, I do it for our kind, not because I want to but because I have to." A huff.

"Little? I suggest you not talk about it so lightly, Mindfang. It's something to behold, something that will change the world. I'm making something of myself, and helping those like me to have a chance, as we always deserved, as everyone does."

[aim_exorable]

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."

[rebull]

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

"I stopped by not too long ago."

[o8liter8]

"You don't have to do anything. That's just another way of saying you want to so badly you won't be turned from it, mm?"

She grins, her head lolling to the side.

"It's a funny thing, you know. Knowing fate and defying it all at the same time. Why, here I am talking to you, and you talking to me, and fate can go hang itself in a pail. Can't be changed, but you can decide what to do with it, you know?"