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

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Characters Expatriate Darkleer and Summoner
Location Summoner's camp in the forest
Time Sometime later in the night
Style Action?
Status Closed

[For most of the day, well into the night, Darkleer spends his time away from the hive and just catching his breath. Dealing with others is quite honestly overrated. It's a relief to just spend time in the park and staying by himself.]

[Well, not entirely by himself. Dural's white form is clear as moonlight as she flies through the air above the park, and seeing it helps calm him a little.]

[Eventually, he checks the time and whistles for her. She follows high above as he ventures into the forest, remembering the way from the last time he had to find the Summoner.]

Comments

[rebull]

The jokes? Heh, I doubt you saying that now will make you stop heckling me for them, hey? [Chuckles, running fingers through his hair and twirling ends when he reaches the tips.]

Not that I want you to. I kinda look forward to you pestering me to be good. Sometimes I'm tempted to see how awful I can get before you just stop responding.

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Mnn. You're not that lucky. [The way his hair is being played with makes him relax, although he doesn't quite mean to. It's a familiar action, one he's missed.]

You're also a sadist, apparently. I'm going to lose my mind because of you. [It's said teasingly, however, or at least not unkindly.] You and your horrible joking.

[rebull]

I'd say I'm lucky in this respect. [A light laugh as he plays with black hair, the length of it allowing him to hold some of it infront of him and twiddle strands between his fingers.]

A sadist? That's a little far, though I don't think I'd object to a little power pla-aahhhhy... [Thaaat was a yawn. His eye lids are getting a little heavy, so he decides to the close them, leaning his head against Darkleer's shoulder.]

Try not to... do that. The losing the mind thing. I'd be sad.

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[And there is suddenly a Cavalreaper leaning against him.]

[Darkleer blinks a bit in surprise, and nearly raises a hand to shove him off before he decides that this is probably the least alarming thing that could have happened in the night. So his fingertips simply brush against Summoner's arm before he drops them.]

Tired?

[rebull]

Yep.

[Another yawn, staring into fire now.]

You?

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I'm not a light weight.

[One last jab, even as he twists a bit so that he can pick Summoner up in his arms.]

Where do you usually sleep?

[rebull]

Heh. [His eyelids flutter a bit, letting out a deep breath, and he jumps slightly when he realizes he's being picked up. A swallow, body tense, but the alcohol is still lulling him to sleep. Summoner's wings flicker and adjust as he moves from the ground up, and his breath quickens. Being picked up, is not... not something he's used to. But he's tired and Darkleer is pretty warm.]

Uh... [he opens his eyes, blinking a few times and looking at where Darkleer is facing.]

West, 30 traces, northwest 50 traces.

[And with that he sighs and lays his head back down.]

Bed.. inside. Y-y-y... you have to make sure the alarm is set. Or else I'll dream.

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[Those are directions he can certainly understand, even when intoxicated. Making sure that Summoner is a comfortable weight in his arms, he begins to set off.]

Alright... I'll do that.

[Even if he thinks that he won't have it as bad, hopefully. Just for tonight, while he's there. He's been told before it's easier to sleep while he's around. Right now, it would be nice if it was true.]

[There's a small impressed whistle when he comes upon the treehive, and he manages to make his way into it. Once he finds the bed, he leans down to let Summoner fall into it. Now for that alarm... ]

[rebull]

[The bed feels so nice and he nearly drops head first into slumber land before opening his eyes and looking over to Darkleer for a moment.]

Thanks.

I'll miss you when I fly away.

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Hm?

[He pauses in fiddling with the device to look back at Summoner, meeting his eye. Suddenly, he looks very weary.]

...I suppose I will as well. [Reaching over, he traces one ear with the tips of his finger.] You lowbloods fade so quickly... It hurts to get attached.

[rebull]

[A chuckle.]

It's about how hot we burn, not how long.

[Puts a palm to Darkleer's cheek and manages a small smile before closing his eyes and dropping his arm.]

I don't have the time to sulk, gotta make the best of what time there is.

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Yes...

[There's just a small sigh and he settles down on the floor.]

Go to sleep, Lysunder. You want to burn as hot as starfire, you'll need the fuel for it.