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vatheon2012-08-22 10:35 pm
grandhighblood) wrote in vatheon2012-08-22 10:35 pm
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[ ♑ ] This is not a bath house
who: grand highblood + you
when: afternoon almost evening
where: the lake inside the forest [south-east quadrant]
style: any is fine
status: open
The highblood had spent a good chunk of his time after various events such as Summoner's death, Summoner's return, that scuffle with Darkleer, his own death by Darkleer's hands, just wandering off on his own. He didn't let anyone see him come or leave, and if they did, they obviously didn't bother him enough for him to care. As neglectful as he is of himself on a regular basis, he became even more so during this time and it led up to a point that even the highblood himself couldn't keep letting it go on as such.
It's one thing to look intimidatingly furious and unkept, but it's a whole 'nother thing looking like some kind of homeless feral creature. So to remedy this problem, he saunters on over to the nearest body of water and just slowly submerges himself underwater wearing only the minimal amount of clothing (meaning just his underwear -- yes, the one with his symbol on it). Not that he ever really wore that much to begin with these days, usually forgoing shirts regardless of the time and place. He remains under for a couple of minutes before the large spiraling dark red-to-orange-and-yellow horns slowly rise up through the clear surface, his massive amount of hair floating around him like kelp as it stuck to his hulking body while more of it emerges. It's quite a sight, really.
Talk to him? Try and wash his hair properly instead of how he's just making it worse by not properly shampooing and conditioning? Join him? >;o)
> What will you do?
The highblood had spent a good chunk of his time after various events such as Summoner's death, Summoner's return, that scuffle with Darkleer, his own death by Darkleer's hands, just wandering off on his own. He didn't let anyone see him come or leave, and if they did, they obviously didn't bother him enough for him to care. As neglectful as he is of himself on a regular basis, he became even more so during this time and it led up to a point that even the highblood himself couldn't keep letting it go on as such.
It's one thing to look intimidatingly furious and unkept, but it's a whole 'nother thing looking like some kind of homeless feral creature. So to remedy this problem, he saunters on over to the nearest body of water and just slowly submerges himself underwater wearing only the minimal amount of clothing (meaning just his underwear -- yes, the one with his symbol on it). Not that he ever really wore that much to begin with these days, usually forgoing shirts regardless of the time and place. He remains under for a couple of minutes before the large spiraling dark red-to-orange-and-yellow horns slowly rise up through the clear surface, his massive amount of hair floating around him like kelp as it stuck to his hulking body while more of it emerges. It's quite a sight, really.
Talk to him? Try and wash his hair properly instead of how he's just making it worse by not properly shampooing and conditioning? Join him? >;o)
> What will you do?
Yurp.
Water rolls off of him like mini waterfalls, mostly from being soaked up by his hair, and he finds himself just sort of standing there breathing deeply.
"Yeah, all up and feel all kinds of motherfucking better." The tone is sarcastic, obviously still a little disgruntled by the fact that he's been submerging himself in water. "Just give a brother something to grind the fuck up in his motherfucking hands and we can call it a motherfucking day."
Or a fight. Fights are always good for making him feel better. Even if it would be rather counterproductive with the cleaning...
Nop.
It wasn't anything, red, black, nothing. Not like this, his hinting to the indigo blood is meant to come off as something dark, implying something. Yet, he's still not sure what yet. Maybe a fight? Maybe, but, it's hard to say. If it is a fight, or will be, he needs to send Darkleer a text quick, just letting him know what's going to go down, as he promised.
So maybe he's a little strung up about some things lately, emotionally... He's getting relief with Darkleer in a lot of ways, but it's not as aggressive as it can be else where, and he got a little taste of it with Dualscar when he forced the kiss to be a bit more aggressive.
Hell, who else to shove at now then this carni fuck? Summoner knows the Highblood already expects it to some degree, at least the teasing and strife.
Yap
Unfortunately for the highblood, he has no idea what's even going on with Dualscar in this picture and if he did...well, things would probably not go over very well with the fish-faced motherfucker if he somehow managed to fuck things up between the Summoner and him.
Naw.
"Yeah, maybe," smiles, turning a little and glancing over his shoulder. He lowers his eyelids, managing a laugh to himself before he turns, opening his wings slightly. Summoner keeps his smirk, fangs glinting a little as he crouches down to splash water up on his face and into his hair. Red and black strands fall in his face a bit, sticking to his forehead and cheeks before he stands up and slowly runs a hand through his hair, water splashing back in drops here and there behind him, and dripping down his face and neck. Soon after he sighs, wings opening a bit more, splashing the water and getting a little more wet as he slides a hand down his chest-
stomach-
lower stomach-
Slowly...
And then moves his hand to flick the water off, glancing up at the Highblood with a raised brow and an one sided smirk. He knows very well what he's playing at, but, it's really just a joke, aiming for a reaction because it's fun to rile this ass hole up. It definitely feels good after the emotional turmoil he's been going through.
Yop
Then those hands go down and his eyes follow, his mouth salivating without him even realizing, then licks his lips when the hands cease their descent. He doesn't even bother masking the obvious look in his eyes when Summoner smirks at him, just letting his gaze flicker up and down the troll's body, enjoying the attractive angle he's got him in at the moment. He doesn't appreciate being riled up for a laugh, but it's not like he knows that just yet.
"What's so motherfucking funny?" His voice feels thick, and growls a little in irritation as he slowly makes his way over in a strange semi-circle around him.
Nah.
I'm running out of weird ways to say yes
He's not sure why that catches him off-guard, but well, he shouldn't have been surprised by it. The highblood is well-aware of how much more inclined he is towards caliginous relationships if any sort of relationship at all.
He continues circling him, lifting his leg to kick at the water time to time. "Heh, got something you wanna motherfucking get the fuck off your chest, motherfucker?"
Lame.
"Just saying, you uh, already seemed to get some action earlier today," chuckles, crouching a little and cocking his head back to get a glance at the Highblood before he suddenly opens his wings and leaps up out of the water. They flap hair, splashing the indigo blood with water and propelling him up high and fast. Lysunder doesn't go too high though, perhaps stopping just a little above the canopy before turning and hovering to stare down at him.
"So I really don't have to make any kind of arrangements with ya, you know? You're all set, shows already on the road or whatever the heck you indigo bloods talk about that may or may not be circus and carnival related."
u3u
Well, he does recall a bit of a tussle with a certain blueblood in a very hateful fashion. How Summoner knew, well, he only had a few guesses how. Not that he's really worried about anything. So he had a bit of a run in with the motherfucker... so what?
"Heh, heh, reading a little too motherfucking much into a situation is what this all looks like, shit-for-brains! Spying on a me, motherfucker?"
'-'
"Uh, nah, actually, I think I'm reading into it just enough to know some strife when I see it. And no, don't fucking flatter yourself, I was actually trying to get an idea of where Tink was, not your bloated behind."
'~'
At the nickname the highblood scoffs, laughing a bit at the end. "And you got yourself a good motherfucking look at him trying to all up and punish a brother with a hard motherfucking scrub. You sure all up and know how to motherfucking PICK 'EM, motherfucker, bunch of shitty sponge-cases they all fucking are." He's still a little bitter from the run-in, almost wishing the strife hadn't happened. If it meant Darkleer trying to clean him in the end, then he'd pass.
o-o
eue
"Sure as fuck can't all say shit about your disgusting flushed quadrants other than you should up and get your motherfucking sponge-container examined, but this brother all up and thinks your motherfucking black fancies are JUST FINE."
-n-
"Either way, you've certainly exerted yourself enough today, eh? Don't think you deserve anymore playtime, clowntown. Don't want to over do it, ya know what I mean?"
-A-
"Nothing to motherfucking overdo when it's hardly any shit to motherfucking begin with, if you all ask me!"
no subject
"I don't know what it was, indick, just saying we can't over excite you. Get that blood rushing too much and who knows what'll happen, ya fickle son of a bitch."