[ ♑ ] it was inevitable

[grandhighblood]

who: grand highblood + summoner
when: 9/26 evening
where: their usual forest playground
style: prose
status: closed

The first message had been a tease, and the Grand Highblood hates being teased. But as much as he hates being poked fun of, he's no fool to go off on a rampage trying to find the ones who dare poketh their stick into the lion's cage. That just comes off as way too desperate, especially if he did manage to find the Summoner who would've likely been in no mood to indulge his bloodlust. Though there's also a 50/50 chance that he would've indulged him, which only infuriates the highblood more, being way too used to being The Most Fickle One of them all.

The second one was the message he had been waiting for. Finally.

He takes all the shortcuts from the cave and into their usual forest area, finding no reason to prolong such an anticipated meeting (and of course having very little else to do), and finds himself standing in a large clearing. The trees, rocks, even the ground itself shows wear and tear from their previous clashes, and the forest itself along with its wildlife seems to sigh heavily at his presence.

Then he cranes his neck up, and a wide grin slowly stretches across his face. The winged troll is perched high up on a tree, staring down back at him.

"Still in the motherfucking mood?" He wanders close to the tree, stretching out an arm to brush his hand against the bark. His fingers wrap tightly around the trunk as much as his hands will allow and shakes the tree viciously.

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[rebull]

The first message was for a reason! He was doing some basic info gathering for a friend and wanted to be reassured of something- and was. This time though, he specifically wanted to poke at him, wanted to shake the cage a little because dear god has his own cage been shaked a bit lately.

He thought things were starting to settle down finally. After his previous death and return, and then some emotional drama, and then, quiet. It was getting calm, and then-

The Sufferer showed up.

And dear god was he happy to see him, but not... not like that. It was tough, and Darkleer and Dualscar were having a hard time too. Summoner doesn't doubt Disciple's the same. So he's been using a lot of energy trying to be a medium, especially for his matesprit, but it's draining. So much emotional strain. He's not- used to it. Not anymore. Ever since Mindfang passed away he's avoided it, and now coming back here? Having all of this personal pressure was difficult and confusing and made it hard for him to keep his regular balance.

But the Highblood? He... stayed as he was. He might be a fickle bastard, might change his mind a lot, might just as easily laugh at you or rip our your throat. But Summoner knows that. He knows what to expect from him, he's been fighting indigos and highbloods for sweeps. The Grand Highblood is a reminder of what he knows and with him? He doesn't have to deal with this deep shit. The worst the Highblood could do is kill him and he's not gonna make that mistake and let it happen again. So he's in a way a release to be around. It might not be good memories the clown helps him remember, but the memories that occur are familiar and he knows how to confront them.

There's a slight smirk on his face when he finally sees the Highblood with his own eyes, instead of through various animals, and he sighs a little before clinging to the tree a little more when it shakes. A scowl, pursing his lips before moving to stand up, wings opening.

"Asking? Uh- really? Never been like you, you go soft while I was busy?" A smile, stepping off the branch to immediately have his wings catch him. He hovers high, but no higher than how high he had been perched before.