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]

D --> Did you not 100rn the fi%t time you had se% with him!?

[Oh whoops, there's his temper again! Although, admittedly, most of it is just ill-expressed anxiety.]

[rebull]

nO 1 D1D!
1,
wHOA SEX, 1 DON'T, 1 DON'T REALLY REMEMBER MUCH ABOUT WHAT D1D HAPPEN,
tO BE COMPLETELY HONEST W1TH YOU.
aLL 1 KNOW 1S 1 FUCKED UP SOMEWHERE,
bUT 1 SER1OUSLY JUST WANTED TO HANG W1TH THE GUY, tHAT 1S ALL.

[aim_exorable]

[He has to stop tagging for a moment, something Dualscar might notice, along with how his hands shake for a moment. Breathe. He has to breathe.]

D --> Just get here
D --> Please
D --> How can you not remember anything?

[rebull]

[That pause sure feels like an eternity....]

1'LL BE AT THE W1NDOW SOON,
1,
wELL 1T WASN'T UH,
eXACTLY A DRY N1GHT, yA KNOW?

[aim_exorable]

[Oh, for the love of...]

D --> Goshdarnit Lysunder
D --> No more drinking

[Pushing himself up, he nods to Dualscar and does his best to keep a stoic face. Considering how long he's been practicing it, he's more or less successful.]

He's going to be arriving soon. I need to open a window for him.

[And then he's gone, heading straight for his room so he can open the window and just get everything over with.]

[rebull]

tHE DR1NK1NG WAS F1NE,
1 DON'T REMEMBER EVEN TRY1NG TO START ANYTH1NG W1TH H1M.
jUST SUDDENLY 1 REAL1ZED 1T WAS ALREADY HAPPEN1NG AND,
uGH.
oKAY,
nEVERM1ND.
1 W1LL BE THERE SOON.

[devwocean]

[Dualscar has been sipping his tea, feeling the awkwardness and unsure about how to approach things. When Darkleer suddenly gets up, he perks up slightly, his fins lifting]

Sure, I'll wwait here, then. Unless... [Maybe it's better not to let the two of them be alone. Darkleer might say something to Lysunder that'll mess things up. He jumps to his feet and moves to follow]

[aim_exorable]

[Dualscar. Dualscar what are you. What. No. Stop that.]

[Darkleer stops in the hallway when he rather quickly realizes he's been followed. An awkward look is sent his way but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he just goes to his room, shoulders hunched. It's a bit messier than the rest of the hive considering it also double as his workroom.]

[The window is nice and large, however, which is good as he opens it fully.]

[rebull]

[It's not long before he gets to the building and the window probably tints orange for a moment before it gets dark when he gets closer and it's not just his wings casting on it. He's pretty damn nervous but he doesn't show it, soon standing on the sill. His horns are already smaller, triforce earrings in and he looks up to see Darkleer, expecting that. A small wary smile before he catches sight of Dualscar and freezes up a little when their eyes meet.]

Uh... hey.

[Quickly switches his gaze back to Darkleer.]

[Can anyone say awkward?]

[devwocean]

[Dualscar's not feeling any less awkward, but he's also extremely desperate. He forces a smile and steps into the room. He makes an abortive motion towards Summoner, as if to grab and hold him, but lowers his hand at the last moment]

You understand wwhy I'm here, don't you?

[aim_exorable]

[Darkleer can say 'awkward'. In fact, that's all he's been saying inside of his head for quite some time now. There's no smile in return to Summoner's, only a stiff nod and then he steps aside to allow for more room. He tries not to notice the pathetic little motion Dualscar makes towards Summoner.]

Hello. Come inside so I can close the windows. No one should be listening in on a private discussion.

[rebull]

[The wary smile from Dualscar and the complete lack of one from Darkleer only proves to unsettle him more. His wings ruffle, folding behind him as he hops down to floor level. It feels like he's going to throw up... ugh. He can kill and maim and not get sick but this is different. No where near as fatally pressuring but something with this tense air just frazzles him.]

Right, I, sorry.

[In his nervous shuffle, he hits his horn on the side of the window, only to gasp and hiss, shaking his head before moving out of the way.]

[devwocean]

[Dualscar's eyes widen at that, and he does move forward now, taking hold of Summoner's arm and trying to guide him into the room safely. Look, he's got to show them - he pities Summoner.

He does, doesn't he?

Well, close enough for government work. He likes him, and enjoys what they did together, and he'll make it work.]

Careful a your horns, you oaf.

[aim_exorable]

[He starts slightly at the sound of horn meeting wood but before he can do anything, Dualscar is already there. Darkleer hangs back at that, nervous now. Staying quiet, he goes to close the windows.]

[Summoner never showed any attraction to the idea of changing who filled his quadrant, but still, seeing this happen makes him feel ill with worry. It's ridiculous. He's not a wiggler anymore, he shouldn't be this unconfident about his quadrants.]

...There's not much room to sit in here.

[His way of saying that everyone should get out of his room.]

[rebull]

[Having Dualscar attend to him first like that is confusing, especially when he sees Darkleer hang back. He pities Dualscar... yeah, but, he's not sure how much and to what end. He ends up giving Dualscar an odd look before glancing back at Darkleer warily before he's led out.]

Uh- right, heh, a little hasty eh?

[A nervous laugh, moving with Dualscar towards the other room.]

[There's a pause, and when they're a little bit from Darkleer, Lysunder glances to Dualscar with a mixed expression of confusion, panic, and agitation.]

What're you doin', Flounder -!? [Spoken in a harsh whisper, not pulling away from him just yet.]

[devwocean]

[Dualscar moves to follow, recognizing that there really isn't anywhere to sit in here. When Lysunder addresses him, however, he leans in close.]

I'm gonna make things better, is all. It's not fair that he has evverythin', and I'm just tryin' to evven things out. I'll do wwell by you, I promise.

[aim_exorable]

[...They're leaning in close. Why? Trying to ignore his own stupid highblood paranoia, Darkleer closes his door behind them as they leave. Then locks it.]

[...Blast it, he really can't ignore stupid highblood paranoid habits.]

[With Summoner and Dualscar together taking up the width of the hallway, he can't push past either of them, so Darkleer just hangs back further, fists clenched at his sides.]

[rebull]

Whoa whoa, wait, I, w-w-what? You'll do what?

[Staring at you, kinda wide eyed, kinda slack jawed, all confused. But when Darkleer is done in his room Summoner is quick to sigh, and move to the next room on his own, furrowing his brows as he stares at the ground. People.

Are acting kind of strange lately. But, this doesn't seem too far off for Dualscar? And something did happen to some degree, right? But still, what the mother grub, Flounder.]

[Lysunder moves to sit down on the floor in the next, adjusting his wings behind him and looking a little more rigid than normal.]

[devwocean]

[Dualscar follows, gritting his teeth. He hesitates for a moment, then finally resumes his seat where he was, picking up his tea cup, which is still warm.]

Wwell, as I said to Darkleer... I'vve lost so much recently, an he's got the wwigglers livvin wwith him, an it's not so much that I wwant to take you from him. But the fact is, you an me, wwe havve a connection, too. So... I think you should be my matesprit, instead. It's more fair.

[aim_exorable]

[Oh no, don't mind Darkleer, just standing over here in the entrance to the hallway, not taking a seat or anything... Don't mind him at all.]

[He offers one contribution to this discussion.]

Lysunder, you need a moirail so that you stop drinking.

[Seriously, this is getting ridiculous.]

But... I don't think you and I are capable of quadrant-flipping. Not right now, at any rate. And...

[I'm not sure if I can lose you again after losing the others.]

[rebull]

[Dualscar's words makes him really nervous and he can't see to stop staring at him before finally being ripped away by Darkleer's words. The blue blood's deep voice is so much more familiar and does well to please Summoner when he hears it. But right now it feels a little like a lecturing tone.]

[He grinds his teeth once, sighing deep before bowing his head and scratching at the back of it with a hand.]

Uh- I don't think that's how it works, 'Scar, you can't just... change how ya feel about someone, ya know? I love Tink and-

Ugh yeah yeah, I know. Drinking's not the problem, I- it hasn't been for sweeps, I really don't know what happened- I'm sorry...

-shit, I'm sorry. Damnit.

[devwocean]

[No, no, they aren't responding the way he wants!

He comes out of his chair, spilling a bit of tea on the carpet. It runs down his hand, but he's heedless of it, though it burns his cool husk]

But it's not fair! I'vve lost evverythin', and you seemed to feel just right a feww days ago.

[aim_exorable]

[Actually hearing the denial come from Summoner aloud soothes something in Darkleer, smooths away those paranoid worries and anxiety. He steps further into the room, bending down so he can slip his hand over his shoulder. He's so grateful to him.]

[Darkleer's head snaps up when Dualscar bursts into action and he straightens his posture once again. What is wrong with him? He knows Dualscar can have his... moments, but he didn't think he'd get so hung up over something like this, not over two taken trolls. Moving around Summoner's horns, he steps closer to the seatroll with his hands raised gently.]

Calm down, Dualscar. I know it's not fair. But there has to be something else we can do. Something else to help you that doesn't mean us tearing apart our own quadrant.

[rebull]

[Summoner's tempted to shrug his shoulder away because he really doesn't deserve any type of sympathy or forgiveness right now. He's already pretty sure he and Darkleer shouldn't be in a quadrant to begin with, and not just them specifically. But he and anyone, ever since the whole Mindfang thing in his past he just...

Damnit, and now he's fucking up again. Maybe he really shouldn't drink anymore, it never seems to lead to good decisions.]

[But he doesn't move away, instead just stays where he is, still bowing his head.]

-!?

[Summoner's just as quick to look up when Dualscar gets up, furrowing his brows a bit. All right, so maybe earlier it was like him, but now it's getting a little strange. Still, Dualscar is a highblood, so Summoner doesn't sum it up to more than that.]

Yeah just, Flounder-

[A pause, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. He runs a hand through his hair before pushing himself up.]

Sit down, will ya?

[Keeps his tone calm, giving Dualscar a wary look but manages some what of a smile.]

[devwocean]

I wwon't calm dowwn. I can't! I realized this mornin... I just can't wwatch this anymore. I just--

[He moves towards Darkleer. Pleading]

You're both so happy. Can't I havve somethin' like that, for a little wwhile? Can't you at least givve me that?