Purple with Envvy

[devwocean]

Who: Dualscar, Darkleer, Summoner
When: Thursday, midday
Where: Darkleer's house
Style: Action?
Status: Closed

[When Dualscar woke up this morning, he found he just couldn't stop thinking about the drunk encounter with Summoner last week.

Of course, it's not like he hadn't been spending a lot of time thinking about it, anyway. But today it was like a burrowing worm in his thinkpan, chewing and squirming and working its way in agonizing circles.

Finally he knew what he had to do.

And so he finds himself at the door of Darkleer's hive, knocking like a gentleman, though his eyes are a little more wild than normal. He just can't stand that Darkleer has him - in fact, that he has so many things, and Dualscar has nothing. Something has to change. It's just not fair.]

Comments

[aim_exorable]

[Hearing the knock on the door, Darkleer pauses in his work and wipes the grease off his hands. A visitor? He wasn't expecting anyone, and he wonders if it's one of the boy's friends.]

[It's under that assumption that he goes to the door dressed as casually as he is, hair pulled back and some grease still on his skin here and there. When he sees who it is, he pauses. His expression is careful and unreadable behind his glasses.]

Dualscar. This is a surprise. What can I do for you?

[devwocean]

[Of course, when he sees Darkleer, it reminds him of the times that he courted him, as well. The two of them have each other, and he's just as envious of Summoner having the companionship of this troll as the other way around, in a sense. But his desire for Summoner is a bit higher at the moment]

I need... I need to talk to you. In privvate.

[aim_exorable]

Very well. The boys are out. We have the hive to ourselves. Please, come in.

[This must be something important if Dualscar is actually making the effort coming to his hive. Politely, he steps to the side while holding the door open for him.]

Would you like something to drink...?

[devwocean]

[He enters, shaking his head] Ah, no. Probably not a good idea, right noww. [The last time he was here, it was all about Psiioniic, and he never really examined what sort of place Darkleer lives in.] Must be real nice, livvin wwith those boys. You're nevver lonely, huh?

[aim_exorable]

[It is surprisingly homey for a hive belonging to a trio of highblood trolls, although it is considerably less surprising when you consider who they are. There are a few things scattered here and there, things Gamzee or Equius have left behind. It's not as messy as it could be, but there's still a hint of it. There is also a considerable lack of blue blood- they finally got the mess cleaned off the couch. Off in the corner, Dural has her own perch and she turns her head as Dualscar enters. White eyes watch him carefully even as Darkleer closes the door and follows after.]

[The question makes his ears lower slightly, but there is no other change.]

In a way, yes... I am very fortunate that they reached out to me the day I first arrived.

[He can't imagine what he would be like if they hadn't. Living with them has prompted quite a few of his changes in Vatheon.]

Still, they are but children, and from a different time. Sometimes there is a dissonance.

[devwocean]

Yes, you're vvery lucky! [There's way more resentment in his voice than is probably polite, though he's struggling to keep it under control] I'vve often thought so. You'vve got all kinds a people here wwho really hold you up an care about you. Wwhereas I'vve just fuckin' lost pretty much evveryone.

[Wow, okay. He's got to keep it together. He takes a deep breath and sits down, rubbing the scar that runs across his nose, trying to keep calm. It's just so fucking unfair. So unfair! Darkleer has to see that.]

[aim_exorable]

[The sudden outburst of negativity has him stop in place. Ah. So that's what this is about...? He thinks about his own feelings when he realized that Psiioniic and Mindfang had left, how it was Summoner who wouldn't let him leave and who convinced him to go to sleep when he would have normally avoided it, would have wallowed in his own misery.]

[Something softens in his expression as he stares at Dualscar.]

I apologize for your loss. If there is anything I can do...

[He wouldn't normally make the offer, but he's feeling a bit more sympathy right now.]

[devwocean]

[That gentleness - the same gentleness he got from Summoner for basically the same reason - gives him the slightest ray of hope. He looks up]

Wwell, as a matter a fact there is one thing a significance you can do.

[aim_exorable]

[Something in the back of his mind says this is a bad idea, but he brushes the idea aside.]

What is it?

[devwocean]

You can let me havve Lysunder as a matesprit.

1/4

[aim_exorable]

[...What.]

2/4

[aim_exorable]

3/4

[aim_exorable]

4/4

[aim_exorable]

[No, seriously.]

Pardon?

[It's not said harshly, or coldly, or even just that same kind of neutral distance that Darkleer sometimes reverts to. It's just... a kind of surprised blankness.

[devwocean]

[He actually expected more anger than this, so this seems good by comparison. He leans forward, earnest.] Look, I knoww he likes me an I'm not tryin to minimize the kind a relationship that you twwo havve, or its importance. But the truth is, I need this, Darkleer. An maybe the twwo a you can shift to pale. Or if wwe could do some kind a three-person arrangement, I'd be fine wwith that, too.

[aim_exorable]

[Goodness, he just seems so excited and painfully honest, Darkleer might almost find it endearing if he wasn't talking about stealing away his matesprit from him. As it is, he can only listen in stunned silence, wondering just... what on Alternia is happening here.]

[Did Signless and Mindfang's absence scramble his thinkpan this badly?]

[Taking a deep breath, Darkleer raises one hand to stop him from going on further while his other hand goes up to pinch at the bridge of his nose.]

Stop, please, just... for one moment. While I cannot deny that he most certainly needs his pale quadrant filled terribly badly, we simply... That is not how it is with he and I. [He's not going to touch on a 'three person arrangement' for now.] What gave you the impression that he feels that sort of pity towards you? Did the two of you not have a black fling, for starters?

[devwocean]

Sure, wwe did, perigees ago. But obvviously he realized it wwouldn't wwork in that quadrant, since he nevver showwed any interest for a repeat afterwwards. And after a wwhile I found myself hatin' him less, too. [Even in his curse-addled mind, he can tell there's a need for delicacy here. He hesitates] Since then, though he's made it pretty clear that his interest in me shades far more towwards the flushed than anythin' else. Especially recently, since Signless an Mindfang wwere taken from me.

[aim_exorable]

Yes, well... It takes quite a bit to continue to hate him, I suppose... [He would know.]

[Unsure of how else to continue, he occupies himself by pretending to check up on Dural who is getting more annoyed by the second the longer she's ignored. Besides, petting her feathers gives him something to waste some of this excess focus on.]

Dualscar, you should know that he feels pity- platonic pity- towards a great many people. I almost imagine it must be some sort of... rebel leader trait. I mean no disrespect, really, but... Have you considered that option?

[devwocean]

Yeah, he's a decent kind a felloww, despite the fact that he lost me my leg. [He raps his knuckles on his metal knee, grimacing. And Darkleer's continuing comments bring a scowl to his face] Sure, I knoww that's probably the case in general, though I havven't seen any kind a evvidence a it myself. But, that's not the situation wwith me in particular, and you're just goin' to havve to accept it! It's not platonic, in the least, and I should think I can tell the difference wwhen he's got his tongue practically delvvin' dowwn my fuckin' wwind tube.

[aim_exorable]

[He's about to say that he doesn't have to accept a blasted thing, especially not the temper tantrum of someone clearly delusional, but that last comment wipes it clear from his tongue. He stares at him, ears dropping down further and eyebrows going up. Even with the glasses hiding his eyes, he looks as if Dualscar actually hit him.]

What?

[He feels extraordinarily stupid that's all he can say, but...]

[devwocean]

[Dualscar stands, though even when standing he's not as tall as Darkleer, and puts his hands on his hips. Yeah, he's having a tantrum, but Darkleer just needs to understand this and get over it, because he needs Summoner. He needs him, and it just isn't fair that Darkleer gets to have everything Dualscar wants, including himself!]

He practically leapt on top a me last wweek, let me tell you, and wwe had a nice fuckin' time, and there wwas nothin' black about it in the least. Noww, I wwanted to explain it easy and make this wwork, and I'm telling you that it's not as if I wwouldn't alloww you to stay wwith us.

[His voice softens and he reaches out, intending to touch Darkleer's chest.] An in fact it might be an evven better arrangement. You can't deny that there's somethin' betwween us, too. You don't find me completely unattractivve, an I recognize that you an Lysunder havve somethin important to one another.

[aim_exorable]

[This isn't the first time he's heard of Summoner sleeping with other individuals, particularly in a non-black manner. But he thought they had discussed that, he thought Summoner had agreed to stop. Was this the first time, or has he been with other people before now even when he said to stop? No, that doesn't make sense, he... Or maybe he doesn't know anything at all.]

[He's so lost in his own thoughts, wondering where things went wrong, that he doesn't have a chance to stop Dualscar from touching him. His hand makes a move as if to pull it away, but he stops uncertainly. A three person flushed quadrant? What sort of debauchery... Besides, he doesn't feel that way towards him. It's a more platonic kind of pity, leaning neither towards flush or pale.]

[There's so much he could say, but his mind keeps straying to Summoner, and...]

I... need to speak to Lysunder.

[A part of him still can't quite believe it, can't believe that Dualscar is telling the truth. ]

[devwocean]

Sure, a course you do. [Dualscar's looking up at him with a bit of sympathy and a lot more hopefulness. Sure, it's hard to hear this. He recognizes that, and he can sympathize. But Darkleer isn't a completely selfish person.

Dualscar strokes the spot]

Wwe should all talk to him, together. I didn't tell him I wwas comin here today, but he should be a part a this discussion.

[aim_exorable]

[Being touched there in such a manner has him stiffen. As much as he might not have minded Dualscar's presence before, he still isn't in any quadrant of his. He just... shouldn't be touching him there.]

[He also doesn't want him to be privy to any conversation between him and Summoner, but he supposes he has a point. If there is a discussion to be had... It should be between all of them.]

If you'll excuse me then... [It's a good reason to take Dualscar's hand away as he takes out his SFC.] I'll message him. Hopefully he'll be available.

[devwocean]

Yeah, okay. I'll wwait.

[He lowers his hand and looks around. It really is homey here, whereas his own hive just seems so barren and lonely sometimes. Maybe he should try to convince Eridan to move in with him. Of course, that would probably mean Karkat would come, too, but that might not be too bad]