That's a lot of broken glass.

[rebull]

Who: The Summoner and The Expatriot
Where: The Island.
When: The night after [THIS] conversation.
Style: Prose.
Warnings: None. Slap on an R to NC17 rating, who even knows.
Status: Closed.

He's not in a terrible mood, the reason he's meeting with Darkleer isn't... very upbeat, sure, and the conversation still fresh in his mind is still making his heart ache, but it certainly doesn't completely take away from the other enjoyable conversations he had. Summoner's not one to dwell for too long and if there's something to pull happiness from- even when he's got something heavy on his mind- he's pretty good at balancing out. But that doesn't stop him from needing some time with Darkleer. It'll be their usual togetherness time, the other troll does well to make him happy despite his lingering doubts, and he's also got something that needs to be said.

Hell, he- he knows it's not his place, but he needs to fix some things. He fucked up by dying, GHB fucked up by killing him. The Highblood already paid his price, and now it's his turn to try and fix shit. He's gotta help his matesprit out, right, his matesprit. He might not be in a position to fix his problems, but he sure as hell wants him happy. Matepsrits aren't meant to talk about problems in a way to help fix them, they don't tell it like it is to assist their lover. They just sit and accept the other fucked up, it's all about pitying them- hell fixing the problems directly would take away from what you're pitying- and love them for it, showing them it's okay to be that way because they have someone who accepts them for it anyway. But- When things are pretty damn tough, and hell, he kinda caused it- one has to set it straight, even it's a little weird and out of place for him.

The message to Darkleer was sent earlier today, pretty close to when he finished speaking to Mindfang, and it's not when he starts to head to the island. Like usual, the elevator oddly poses no problem, despite his horns and wings, and soon he's on the surface, taking a deep breath. Summoner doesn't stroll too far, but enough that he's no longer in direct sight of the entrance. With that he leans back against a tree. He doesn't realize it at first, but this place is more significant than is should be. He doesn't remember it exactly... but it's where and and Darkleer first really spoke about both of them as a "they".

With that, he waits, communing with a few birds to keep watch on the elevator.

Comments

[rebull]

"Heh, whatever will help you get comfortable, even if this place's unnerving as hell." A small smile, sighing a little, leaning into him.

"Good."

[aim_exorable]

"I believe, by this point, anywhere would be unnerving. Even Alternia." Settling in with Summoner's feather light weight, Darkleer begins to trace the plates at the base of his wings.

[rebull]

"I dunno, guess this place just makes me feel like some kinda experiment, heh." An uneasy expression, but he manages a small nervous smile.

The touching on his back stops any thoughts about this place for the time, and instead he lets out a soft purr, shuddering a little as his body relaxes, wing twitching ever s slightly.

[aim_exorable]

Well, to be fair, they are some sort of experiment, but that's a conversation for another time. Smiling at that purr, he keeps stroking along those sensitive spots on Summoner's back that he knows so well. "Still beautiful." He's not talking about Vatheon.

[rebull]

One war is all Summoner needs. u_u

"Beautiful, yeah-" A snorted laugh, shaking his head slightly and keeping his face hidden.

[aim_exorable]

When he hides his face, Darkleer thinks him all the more adorable, just so you know. You aren't doing well to disprove him, bronzeblood. Starting to smile again, he bumps his nose against Summoner's horn. "Utterly beautiful. More precious than any metal and brighter than any star."

[rebull]

"Signless-, were y-ya this cheesy before I hopped back home for a bit." A nervous laugh, staying curled up on his lap.

[aim_exorable]

"Only when you test me." He gives a snort of a chuckle against Summoner's hair. "If you don't believe you're beautiful, then I will certainly tell you otherwise."

[rebull]

A low growled purr rumbles in his throat, curling his arms around the other troll's neck.

"Guess that's a mutual feeling, blue. Still don't know how I stayed uh, heh, any type of beautiful to you though, not after so long." A bitter laugh, adjusting his shoulders a bit.

"Hell, I actually think at the right angle I'd pass as your elder in appearance."

[aim_exorable]

"Hush." He adjusts his hold on him, his fingers going to stroke through his hair. "Don't think about that. Just know you could be gone for even longer, and you would still be beautiful to me. It is not just your appearance that makes me believe that."

[rebull]

"Yeah, yeah- I know." A small laugh, brushing his prickly cheek against Darkleer's. He stops, eyelids low as he stares into the other troll's hair and onwards behind him.

"Guess I uh, I feel overall different. If that makes sense. Ten sweeps is a lot to a lowblood-"

[aim_exorable]

"I know. I'm sorry." Holding him closer, Darkleer closes his eyes. It is a bit strange and new to feel all the ways Summoner is different now. To hear him. To know that he has new issues now, ones Darkleer isn't sure he can help with.

"It's... normal, you know. To be brought back and remember everything despite the sweeps that have passed, that would make any one feel confused and changed." He fingers the hair at the nape of Summoner's neck. "Getting older is never easy in the first place."

[rebull]

"Heh, well it's uh, not the worst that's happened to me, I can tell ya that." A calm sigh, craning his head back a little into those kneading fingers.

"Guess it's just uh, a kick to the face, seeing a bunch of people that are all the same."

[aim_exorable]

Not the worst... Darkleer's fingers graze over a few of the many scars Summoner has on his body. No, this probably isn't the worst. But still.

"I could draw some more lines on my face, if that would make you feel better." He gives another attempt at an awkward smile.

[rebull]

A snorted laugh, sighing a bit before kissing Darkleer's neck.

"Nah, I uh, I like it just like it is."

[aim_exorable]

"That's good." A pleased hum comes from him at the kiss. "It would be rather annoying to wash off at the end of the night."

[rebull]

"Probably the most innocent thing he'd have to wash off by then too, eh?"

[aim_exorable]

"Lysunder!" He snorts into his hair. "You are a fiend, sir, and I forever remain amazed that I can so much as still walk with your devious appetite." That appetite which he shamelessly encourages, yes, he knows, he is just as bad...

Still, he likes to pretend there's still a reputation in place for him to protect.

[rebull]

Appetite that is still not as ravenous as it was, but the more comfortable they've been getting the faster that hunger's been growing.

Summoner smiles, taking a deep breath and laughing as he shakes his head, blowing into Darkleer's ear a little.

"Amazing but willing, if I uh, if I got this all right. And I'm pretty damn sure I do, heh."

[aim_exorable]

Just like any horse, his ear flicks and he gives another rough snort at the blow.

"Oh, you are nearly always certain that you do, with an ego to match the size of those horns." Turning his head, he kisses his cheek. "But you may possibly be onto something."

[rebull]

That reaction gains a smile he can't pull away if he tried. And he blows into it again, dusting his lips over it with a small laugh.

"Possibly? This ego is doing well to uh, to assure me that it's more than a possibility." Another laugh, this one more like a snicker as he tightens his arms and adjusts his hips forward a little more.

[aim_exorable]

The exact same reaction as before, although Darkleer is trying to tilt his head away now with a grumpy wrinkle of his nose.

"That is certainly not surprising. I am sure that your ego assures you of a great many things." Instead of complaining about the closeness, which would be silly at any rate, Darkleer just tightens his own grip. "Just what is it telling you now, I wonder?"

[rebull]

"Can't you guess?" A small smile, tilting his head a little.

[aim_exorable]

"Could you be hassled for a hint of some sort?" Trying not to smile back. He is doing his best not to.

[rebull]

"Hmmm no." A pleasant sigh, leaning into him, pressing his face near Darkleer's shoulder and neck.