vatheon | 1 ♐ In which the mature course of action is to get smashed. Of couse.

I appreciate the arts. [There's a small, perhaps embarrassed shrug of his shoulders.] I suppose I envied them. Artists. I couldn't pick up a paintbrush, and I'm hardly anything of a singer. So I turned to that.

It does have its uses, you know. A good way to stay fit, to watch your hand-eye coordination, or to show someone affection.

[All the alcohol's fault. Right? Right.]

I cannot say I am too surprised at you knowing bird calls.

You can't envy something you are, dumb ass. You're just as much an artist as anyone with a brush.

Heh, still have yet to hear you sing. You know that offer to help you get on key is still there, right?

[He holds the neck of the bottle to his lips still, listening, his tongue rolling around the edge of the opening as he watches the fire.]

I guess, but it was either dance, or train. I'll let you figure out which one was more necessary for me.

[Summoner chuckles, glancing over to Dural.]

You wouldn't guess so now, but at one point, animals were the only things I could talk to. [Shrugs, eyes closing.]

Another troll? Lips shut like a snag trap.

Hmph. You won't get a single note out of me, Lysunder, nor will anyone else save for Nepeta. That is a one time performance I have no desire to repeat.

[Because apparently he has a secret soft spot for greenbloods not even he knew about, or some such ridiculous thing. Darkleer doesn't understand it himself. Well, he doesn't want to understand it, at any rate.]

[He follows that glance to Dural before just nodding.]

You've gotten over your shyness, then, clearly.

I'll get a song out of you at some point, wonder what kind it'll be though, hm? Something light and elegant, or perhaps something more [Smile.] passionate and anxious. [A shrug.] Who knows! Certainly not me! You make everything so difficult, I can never tell what's going to happen next.

Heh, well, besides that you'll keep talking to me. I'm just too hard to get outta your head, hey?

[A light sigh before downing more of the bottle and putting it between his knees, so his hands are free to lock together and pull forward, cracking his shoulders and his arms extend away from him.]

That I did. In most situations anyway.

Hmph. Don't flatter yourself. Six other adults in this place, and you're simply one of the only ones who I can actually speak to. [Sighing, he leans his head back to stare up at the dome.] Speak to and not nearly ruin myself over, at any rate. Sometimes, when you're not playing an idiot, conversations with you can nearly be enjoyable.

[Suddenly realizing something, Darkleer reaches up and begins to remove his glasses. They're set to the side. A whistle, and Dural sweeps in, taking them away. At the rate they're going, they'll be drunk, and he doesn't want anything to happen to those. They're important to him.]

And in those other situations, you start to stutter? [Another smirk his way, although it isn't particularly arrogant, and there's a pleasant kind of haze in his eyes.] It's almost endearing when you do that.

There aren't a lot of us here... [Stares into the bottle, pulling in a deep breath.]

But counting the nymphs, I supposed there's a bit more. [His head falls back a little.] Bu they're so... young, and naive. Heh, not that I'm not either, eh? Fuck, you're like, two hundred. I'll never get to be two hundred. [He sighs, looking back to the fire, hand moving up to bring the bottle to his mouth again. Lysunder takes a large swig and breaths out heavy afterwards, head sunk down infront of his chest.]

[The last two comments hit him though and he shrugs his shoulders forward, curling into himself and glances up to Darkleer with an expression that's somewhere inbetween a frown and a pout.]

It's, it's not endearing okay? It's- [He moves a hand up to scratch behind his neck.] I shouldn't be doin' that any more. [Summoner's cheeks might be a bit brown now, but we'll blame that on the alcohol.]

'Sides what d- [He stops, looking over to Darkleer and catches eyes with him. Lysunder's shoulders shrug in more as he leans forward, neck craning his head as he stares. A moment passes before he starts to smile, ears pointing up.]

You hide 'em like a dragon hordes wonders, Tink. Scared someone'll take them for themselves one day?

It's not as wonderful as you might think. Living that long. [And he'll drink to it, too. When he pulls the bottle away, he barely manages to notice he's gotten close to the bottom. That quickly? What a shame. He'd ask for another if he was sure that Summoner wouldn't throw it at him. He's just a bit too tipsy to be confident in his bottle catching skills.]

[But that denial has him smirking again, chuckling just a little under his breath. He's a second away from teasing the other about it, but then the tables are suddenly turned. The compliment- he thinks it's one, anyway- makes him just stare in open bewilderment before he realizes just what Summoner is talking about. His eyes go wide and he flushes, the blood most prominent in little blue lines near his eyes, and quickly ducks his head so that a curtain of black hair hides his face.]

Ach, quiet, you. They're nothing special.

Heh heh, you hide behind your hair, but it's not I don't like that too. That I at least get to see anytime I see you, the eyes are rare though. [Grins, lifting a hand and sways it to the side as he does the same with his head.]

Point for me, hmm, gonna say Iiii'm lucky to get to see those peepers of yours, pretty things.

[Another chuckle before he breathes in deep, taking the bottle to his mouth and downing the rest of it. He breathes out loud after, crinkling his nose and dropping the bottle on the soft grass near the bench. Summoner shakes his head, stops, opens his eyes and lets his vision catch up before looking in Darkleer's way again.]

And you should know by now, telling me to be quiet does quite the opposite. Heh heh, just because my heart runs rivers or orange, doesn't mean I don't treat it like gold, you can never tell me what to do. [Smile.] I run my life how I like, and I make all the orders.

[He opens his hand, bottle of, what looks to be rum, dropping into it.]

Like this one! Another round?

You are a wretched and incorrigible flirt, Summoner Lysunder, and I hardly know what to do with you sometimes.

[But then he looks up just enough for his hair to slide away from his face and reveal the smile he has. Drunk, without his glasses, and doing it on his own time instead of just to look after some others... It leaves him quite the open book and there's some admiration and respect when he looks over Summoner.]

That you do. Now hold still.

[He gets up to his feet and wobbles only slightly before he goes around the campfire.] I'm not going to have you toss another bottle at my head, you wretch.

[There's a grunt as he sits on the ground near Lysunder's feet and leans in just to inspect the bottle.]

You'd waste perfectly good alcohol.

Let me flirt, s'not like it's going to go anywhere here. [Shrugs.] Granted... that Izaya kid is cute. [Eyes slim.] But I think...

I think he's messin' with me.

[Pouts a little, taking in a deep breath. Unfortunately, he misses Darkleer's smile, he'd hate himself for it if he knew it was there. Because fuck if Darkleer didn't look good when he smiled... That smirk earlier got Summoner thinking about it too. Wonder what else I could get out of him, smiles, that's just step one, hey? He's probably the quiet, heavy breathing type, wonder if he whinnies, heh heh heh. And pause.

I really do like it when he smiles though.]

Awww, you sure it isn't to just sit next to me? [It should be.]

[His wings open before slimming back, leaning over to Darkleer a little before handing him the bottle.]

[Fuck, I... I want to play with his hair. Oh, ohh, wonder if he uh... likes hair pulling, hell I love long hair, I love it so much, why the fuck does that Indick bastard have to have long hair? Where does he even get off being sexy, that's just..so rude... Uh, whoa okay stop, that train of thought, fuck, but, haha, I bet Darkleer does like hair pulling. What was that... about a collar before? Something Dural said. I could get a collar.]

And excuse you again, sir! I have wonderful aim! Heh heh, and that can be said about, haa, many many things.

[Like sexual stuff.]

Like sexual stuff.

[Yeah he could just say that one outloud. Said while drinking Darkleer in a bit more as he sits, hand opening to get his own bottle of rum.]

[Yeah, could definitely get a collar.]

Why is that such a surprise? [He takes the bottle gratefully, ignoring the way their fingers briefly touch in the process.] You act like such a player yourself, sending out such a message on the network, what did you think would happen?

[Even knowing that, however, he responded to it, and Darkleer finds himself shaking his head at the thought. It isn't the kind of life for him, not dedicating himself to just five people and nothing more, nothing less. Not that anyone would take him, he's pretty sure of that.]

[Mmm. Not a good thought to linger on. He quickly takes a swig of his rum, only to nearly choke on it with Summoner's last words. Coughing, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and snorts.]

And back to sex! I shouldn't be surprised.

Hey, at least the illusion of intimacy is there. Sometimes illusions of grandeur are all you have, I'm used to looking up.

[You know the feeling? Living in a dream. Summoner used to know that feeling when he was asleep, but not anymore. Here, here he was in the dream, but it was just a rock painted to a chunk of gold, not the real thing. This was a nightmare.]

At one point in my life, illusions like that, dreams, were all I had. Not that I get to dream anymore, unless what you call what I get at night... dreaming. [He sighs, opening the bottle and taking in a drink, shaking it head afterwards, because ack, rum. Summoner does look in Darkleer's direction though, cocking a brow and smirking.

[Really, what did he expect. Flaunting that tight ass around me, of course it'll swing around to sex again... He's gotta be so ripped, wearing that armor all the time. Maybe he'll take some off with a little more heat...]

Oh come on! Back home not a night passed without me getting something, and now I'm here! Fucking... cold gobblebeast, it's terribull. [A deep breath.]

Doesn't help with eye candy right fucking here infront of me either.

[Blueberry maybe, or... cotton candy. HAHA, oh... Darkleer as cotton candy, that's good. It's because he's so sweet, heehee.]

Dreams... [He takes a deep breath and puffs it out as his eyes fall half lidded.] I've actually never had dreams, I think. I mean of the... the sleeping sort. [A small vague hand gesture is made, as if that explains it.] Even the nightmares were just faint, faint things.

So when you say dreaming... I wonder what you mean. All I have are just delusions, I think.

[Yes, that's the word. Just blinding himself to all the things the empire said he wasn't supposed to see or think about. He was a blueblood, a noble, an Archeradicator. It was his duty in life, his purpose, to follow orders and ensure the empire continued to run like a well oiled machine.]

[Except it wasn't really well oiled at all. A part of him wishes he wasn't able to see that.]

[Biting lightly at the inside of his cheek, Darkleer raises his bottle again, fully intending to take another drink. However, Summoner has the wost timing, and his hand gives a small jerk in surprise that leaves rum dripping down his wrist. Darkleer's stare at him is embarrassed, exasperated, and flustered.]

[Maybe a little flattered. Maybe.]

Do you ever flirt enough in the day?

You don't... dream?

[Some shock and awe there, looking over to him.]

I... I used to. [He puts a hand up, covering his eyes and forehead.]

Now I, now all I ever see is pain, and the night's a constant scream. I don't want to wonder what I mean, you don't wan to even think about it. I don't even want to.

[A deep breath, eyes half lidded as they stare into the fire.]

I try to not sleep for too long now. I can't handle the terrors anymore. I don't need to be even more reminde-

[His jaw locks, moving to quickly drown the next words in rum, and a long drink at that. He doesn't need to continue with that thought, even though Summoner knows he might anyway, if not after this swig, later.]

[A chuckle actually follows though, and he glances back to Darkleer, his face a flushed gold.]

But flirting is fun. I can never get enough fun. Let me flirt. [Smile.]

It's not like anything I do really matters to you.

[And it's just like he told the Psiioniic. So many deep layers for someone who plays the fool...]

[Darkleer lets the topic drop. All he does is lay his bottle on the ground and move his hand to Summoner's leg as the Cavalreaper downs his drink. He shakes a bit, wanting so badly to keep himself controlled and it's a little harder when he's tipsy like this. But he manages, and just runs his hand up and down the other troll's leg. It's a silent method of reassuring him, or at least that's what he hopes it does.]

[He pulls it away when he's done, however, and just keeps his hands to himself.]

Whoever said anything about that? I certainly don't recall it.

[Alcohol's fault? Alcohol's fault. They'll forget it- please let them forget it- in the morning. For now, Darkleer just holds the rum up to the fire, watching it through the glass.]

[Summoner pulls in a deep breath when he feels the hand graze over his leg, but he doesn't call attention to it other wise. Instead he just starts to stare in to the fire.]

Y-y-y... You think if you oust yourself enough here, you would go back?

...Nothing makes sense here.

[Darkleer hunches up slightly, drawing one leg up to his chest and simply staring into the flames as well.]

All those sweeps of habit and rules and a specific order, and it's gone here... It doesn't matter. The children keep saying I could change, but I don't know into what, or if I want to...

[Another drink.]

But I don't have anything back home. Nothing but a debt to a pirate. I'm wanted by no one but her, and even then...

You're different, however. I know.

I don't think you need to change...

[He leans back a bit, legs unbending, stretching out infront of him.]

You just need to accept it as yourself, something that makes you, you, in all your own glory. I think as Darkleer the Expatriot, Executioner, Excelsior, what have you, you're perfect just as that.[Laughs.]

Even if there's a bow stuck up your ass sometimes.

[He frowns, sighing before taking a drink.]

Fuckin' pirates... Hm-?

I'm different, oh, do go on. What gave you that idea? [Flickers his wings.]

You and him, you and him, always thinking the best in people. I don't deserve it... not when I don't even know which title is really mine.

[No laughing at this end. This is his problem, his dilemma. Executor or Expatiate or even Excelsior. Which is honestly the right choice? ]

[But he will agree to one thing.]

Fucking pirates. [He snorts and takes another drink.] And I didn't mean it like that, and you know it.

[Summoner doesn't realize he means Signless at first, but it does hit him eventually. He flushes a little thinking about Darkleer comparing he and some like... like him. Summoner as no right to be grouped together with someone like that, he's not yet deserved something so righteous.]

Why can't you just be Darkleer?

[Summoner smiles, moving to sit on the ground as well, a little behind Darkleer though to do his best at not whacking him with a horn, but he ends up kind of slamming one into the bench and groans, putting his hands on either side of his face.]

W-w-w-... Well fuuuck. FUCK. Ow... [Deep breath, aaand back to what he was doing. Which is looking longingly over to Darkleer.]

Could you mean it like that, just once?

[Why do people keep trying to say that?]

It's not that...

[Oh hey that sure is a whack he's narrowly avoiding. Darkleer tries not to laugh at the other, but he does smirk, feeling a bit better. Serves the other right, trying to pry.]

[Not that he'll ever learn his lesson. But maybe Darkleer likes that part of him. Even when it results in things like this. Flirting. Again.]

Hmph. I'm not the flirt. That is your realm. If I try to return one of those, you might be enticed and get the right idea. I mean. Wrong idea. You're a blasted pain, I hope you realize.

Right?

Completely and utterly wrong.

[H U F F]

Could make it right?

[Runs a hand up his leg, leaning close.]

What if I ordered you?

[...Oh.]

That... is completely lewd and with no logical basis whatsoever as you are not my superior. Which makes it even more perverse. Ah.

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