vatheon | Purple with Envvy

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Purple with Envvy

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.]

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[Dualscar hesitates, looking from Darkleer to Summoner]

I wwant to knoww wwhat your feelins are about wwhat I suggested. And about me, and... I don't knoww.

[Darkleer is just going to make another quiet little reach out for the very tips of Summoner's fingers to hold onto.]

Just speak your mind.

[Summoner's hand shies away slightly but he stops, moving to slide his hand in Darkleer's.]

I already said- it goes for the both of us, ya know? [Moves to look at Dualscar.]

All right, so- I recognize a bit about how I feel for you Flounder, not- not gonna deny it. But you need to find someone perfect for you, all right? Someone that's fully dedicated to y-ya. [Rubs a thumb over Darkleer's hand, managing a small smile.]

You know?

[Dualscar clenches his fists and glares at the little gesture, the hand holding. An ugly expression crosses his face - envy, dark and green and bubbling just beneath the surface, far beyond anything normal and rational, even for him]

I knoww. Sure I knoww.

[The return of it makes Darkleer smile, just a bit, before his face slips back into calmness as he looks back to Dualscar.]

Why do we matter so much to you, then, Dualscar? Why do you have to have us, whether one or both?

[Summoner shakes his head a little and glances to Darkleer.]

Nah, that doesn't matter, Tink. [Looks back to Dualscar.]

Let Tink take you out to that ball, all right? M'Sure you'll feel better by then anyway. And uh, if there's anything else we can do- um, in reason- let us, er me, know. Okay?

[Dualscar isn't sure he can answer Darkleer, except to say that they're the only options, options who've seemed to express interest in the past, and whom he's got interest in as well.

He nods. If he can go to the ball with Darkleer, then he can woo him, get another chance to win him. It's a good thing that gives him some hope]

Vvery wwell. I'm really glad you asked me, Darkleer, and wwe'll go an havve a good time.

[He gets to his feet, shooting Summoner a look] But you don't get to run awway, too. I wwant to see you at the ball.

[He does think it matters, if only because it's a bit worrying, but he stays quiet as Summoner explains. The acceptance is indeed a good thing. He wasn't expecting to go to the ball with anyone at all, but he can make this work.]

I hope we do, then. [For your sake.]

[The last question has him glance at Summoner from behind his glasses, but there's nothing said.]

Eehh, heh, I uh, don't think that kind of thing's my style.

[A shrug, pocketing his hands.]

We'll just leave things at that, I uh, I think.

Maybe wwe can spend time together another time, then. Don't think I'll forget about you.

[He gets to his feet, resentful and hopeful at once] Wwell, I'd better be goin' then...

I suppose you should.

[After this display, the last thing they need is Dualscar thinking Darkleer is outright chasing him out of his hive. Stepping close, he offers his hand so he can guide the seadweller out personally.]

I'll pick you up on the night of the masquerade ball, then?

[Going to just... back up... and maybe... get to a window.]

[You know, why the two of you, uh, talk.]

All right... Sure. You wwon't forget, right? You wwon't change your mind. [He lets Darkleer lead him away, though he looks back at Summoner]

I've never forgotten an agreed meeting yet, Dualscar. I won't change my mind.

[Just... quietly getting him out the door...]

I'll make sure to message you on the day of it before I come to retrieve you. Now, you've had a rough day. You should go treat yourself to something at a good restaurant and perhaps a bit to drink. Have a nice night, hm?

[A polite smile to finish things aaaaand then closing the door.]

Lysunder.

[Don't think he forgot about you.]

[Darkleer loses the polite and kind tone he had just been using as he looks over his shoulder at the escaping orangeblood.]

Now we need a talk of our own.

[He freezes, teeth clenching and eyebrows furrowing.]

Uh... y-yeah.

...Go sit down.

[That's what Darkleer is doing, after all, his voice slipping into something a lot more tired. Slumping back, he lets his head roll back and just closes his eyes. His fingers rub up beneath his eyes and against the bridge of his nose, effectively pushing his glasses up to his hairline and against his horns. He's still oily and sweaty but washing up is far from his mind.]

This isn't how I expected my day to go.

Right I uh- I'll go do that...

[Away from the window... Summoner moves to a patch of carpet and sits, crossing his legs and resting his hands on his lap. He stays quiet, looking down and gnawing on the inside of his cheek. He's trying to remember as much of that night as he can, but it's difficult. He remembers messaging Dualscar... him bringing scotch, he thought it was. Those spoke for a bit, about animals at some point. And then, he doesn't remember much, and then, he was on his back. Ugh, that, moment inbetween that though. It's blurry.]

[One of them has to talk. One of them has to start it. Obviously Summoner isn't going to, but does he really want to either? Darkleer takes in a deep breath.]

So how much can you remember? Nothing at all?

I uh- [Slides a hand up into his hair.]

Pieces. It was going fine, ya know? Just conversing, it was enjoyable and it felt nice to connect to someone who uh... had a more intimate relationship with her.

And then, there's a whole lot o' nothing, and then-

["And then." It doesn't take much to know what he means Darkleer stays as he is, quiet and thinking. After a moment, he speaks again.]

Did you plan on ever telling me?

Well I- It took some time to even remember that much, and until then I was just too uncomfortable with it and didn't know what to do.

[Slides his hand behind his neck.]

I'm sorry, and I don't really deserve to get forgiveness, and I- I really fucked up, I know. I don't even remember trying to kiss the guy. But it doesn't matter 'cause I fucked up by not stopping it.

[Nothing but silence for another moment or so. Then, Darkleer pushes himself off of his seat and gets down to his knees. He scoots closer to Summoner, reaching forward to lightly touch his chest.]

You were inebriated. I suppose that sort of thing isn't uncommon when one is in that sort of state. Just.. Please. Don't feel uncomfortable with it. Next time you make a mistake, please, tell me. I want to hear it from you... Not from Dualscar pushing into my home and making demands.

[His eyes stay to the floor, even when Darkleer kneels next to him. After pulling in a deep breath, he moves to slide a hand over Darkleer's, clenching it softly and nodding.]

Right, yeah... But I don't know if it's worth waiting to see if I just fuck up again.

You're a troll, Lysunder.

[Leaning in closer, he rests their heads together.]

We always mess things up for ourselves. That's inevitable. But if you want to fix it... I know you can. I know we can. And more than anything... I still think you're worth it.

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