15 ♐ Baby it's cold outside

[aim_exorable]

Who: Darkleer, Summoner, Disciple (plus others eventually)
When: The afternoon
Where: The highblood hive
Status: Open to anyone dropping by Darkleer's place!
Note: All interactions with Summoner will happen after his and Darkleer's thread, ic timewise. Summoner can also be found throughout the rest of the hive, not just Darkleer's room!

It's been two months now, soon to approach a third if this keeps going. Like he has been for most of October and November, Darkleer stays in his room. It's not an uncommon sight, him like this- bent over his workbench, hands strung through his hair. How much longer is Summoner going to sleep the days away? It's just like when he died... It seems Vatheon can never let things be easy for him. Yet at the same time, he's almost scared for him to wake up. There's Mindfang, after all, and what happened with the Highblood...

Sighing, he looks to Summoner again. He's let the other keep his bed, and tucked the blankets around him tight to protect him from the chill in the air. There's the miniature horse he got from the petting zoo, sleeping on his body. The sight makes him smile, just a bit.

Just a little longer, he tells himself. Just a little longer... hopefully.

Comments

[rebull]

Yeah he's just laying there, it's pretty uneventful. Maybe a twitch or something, not much though.

[aim_exorable]

There's really not much to do! Darkleer has already cleaned him up for the day; that stubble really is quite persistent. There's been no point in doing up his now rather moppish hair, either. It's not like he's going anywhere.

Darkleer tries his best to focus on his work, but nothing is really satisfying right now. He already has most of his bots working on expanding their hive to the one next door, and others working on the basement. There's really already plenty doing the job. Eventually, giving a frustrated sigh, he moves away from his bench and goes to sit down by Summoner's bedside. Fondly, he brushes away his messy bangs before going to gently pet Svaeth. The little pony makes a small snort in his sleep.

[rebull]

As soon as his bangs are brushed away, Darkleer might notice his eyes are open a little. To which Summoner looks at him groggily and says, "Boo," in a very hoarse voice.

[aim_exorable]

At the 'boo', Darkleer gives a- well. Listen. He was a bit caught of guard. So if he makes something that possible sounds like a whinny as he jerks away in surprise, eyes wide and sunglassesless, well, so sue him. For a moment, all he can do is stare at him.

"...Am I hallucinating?"

[rebull]

Summoner takes a deep breath, pulling his head back into the pillow a little causing a slight bit of double chin as he feels a rather intense chill slide down his spine. Soon he's slowly sitting up and curling his arms around his stomach. Why is his hair so long? Ah... he blinks a few times, though hair just seems to keep getting stuck in between his eyelids.

"I feel uh, kind of sick, wow..." And wow does his back and wings ache right now, almost unbearably so.

[aim_exorable]

As Summoner begins to shift- thus awakening the little pony on his lap- Darkleer finally snaps out of it. He's awake. He's actually awake and talking and everything! Stumbling out of his chair, he bends over Summoner to fuss over him. "Oh no, it's just- you were in one of Vatheon's artificial comas, hold on, I will get some food for you right away!"

Immediately he bustles off, a proper mother cluckbeast. In just a few minutes, he returns, a bowl of hot soup in his hands. He's wearing horse patterned oven mitts to hold it, for the record.

[rebull]

All the talking and flailing and everything just rushes over his head as he stares groggily at the blankets over his bed, and a, horse? What... what. Summoner stares at the hoofbeast for a long time and he doesn't even notice time passing before Darkleer's back and he slowly looks up at him.

His stomach's in knots, it feels like it's eating itself, and all his muscles are aching and stinging. His whole body feels like it's just lagging, taking forever to start up again.

"Wha-" Looks to the soup, suddenly smelling it and feeling a dip in his stomach, his eyes widening a little. Not that... the hair in his eyes really allows him to see the bowl better.

"Coma-" He says distantly, finally recalling what Darkleer said. Summoner looks up from the bowl, tilting his head a bit and hitting his horns in the one nearest the bed. he flinches slightly, but not very quickly, he still seems to be sluggish.

"How- how's long I been-?"

[Late that night]

[thekidsare0kay]

It's been Sollux' habit to climb in through Summoner's window at all hours of the day and night, any time he wants to spend some time snuggling with his not!moirail. Summoner is like a nice, warm teddybear, who doesn't talk to him, and is comforting to have around.

Tonight he is having trouble sleeping, so he thinks nothing of popping up outside of Summoner's window. It's the middle of the night, but he ignores Darkleer's side of the bed.

Noiselessly, he climbs in the window and pads across the room, then climbs in on Summoner's other side, intending to snuggle in close and wrap his arm around Summoner's chest.

[rebull]

"Well hey there, champ." He says with a slight surprised look, an eye gleaming through a space in his curled bangs, they do so well to cover about all of his upper face.

Summoner's been... having a day. With his time with Darkleer, what they spoke of especially, he's tired again, but not the type of tired that makes him want to sleep. He just... his mind's not a great place to be right now, but at the same time he kind of just wants to mellow out, be awake for a bit, and he knows Darkleer won't having him flying off just yet. That's okay he guesses, it's nice to lay with him after all, he's nice and cool, a heck of a lot cooler than the smaller troll that's curling up at his other side.

Lysunder smiles, sitting up a little. His greeting was rather hushed to avoid stirring the sleeping Darkleer and he tilts his head to face Sollux, moving to rustle his hair softly. "Sorry I uh, ya know- heh- flew off to neverland for a while."

[thekidsare0kay]

Sollux literally jerks up at the sudden, unexpected voice, narrowly avoiding giving a loud yelp. He closes his mouth on it, eyes wide and staring at Summoner.

He knew that Summoner would wake up eventually, but he never expected this, and now he feels completely embarrassed. He'd just been caught climbing into Summoner's bed, and he had really intended to broach that subject - you know, the <> thing - a lot more delicately than this. In fact, he'd come up with about a hundred cool scripts and none of them involved being caught with his prongs around his bulge like this.

"Um...hi," he squeaks, ducking his head a bit as Summoner ruffles his hair.

[rebull]

"Ah ah-!" Shakes his head a little, tsking at him as he pushes a hand over Sollux's mouth softly and glances over to Darkleer. Not that... Darleer will wake up with just that. The blueblood's bound to be rather exhausted about now-

heh.

"Uh, hey, heh." Just smiles, showing some teeth before slinging an arm around him and hugging him to his side.

"Come here often then?" Chuckle.

[thekidsare0kay]

Sollux is a bit stiff, but doesn't actually pull away. He finds himself pulled against Summoner's side, blushing and feeling absolutely wretched. He doesn't want to lie, though. What if Darkleer told him already?

"I guess I've come a few times," he whispers. "Darkleer wouldn't let me stop," he adds defensively.

[rebull]

"Wouldn't let you stop?" He replies with a vexed tone, glancing down at him.

[thekidsare0kay]

Okay, that wasn't exactly true. He squirms a little at that tone. "I mean, I came in once, and then he caught me, and he said it was okay and I should come any time I want."

[feralfanatic]

There is a knocking on the front door of the hive. It seems a certain oliveblood has come to check up on the blueblooded hermit. She did not want to see him become too reclusive now, did she?

She even brought cookies!

[rebull]

Well, it's not the blueblood that answers, though he may show up when he feels like moving again.

Instead, have a rather nude- besides a fortunate bedsheet around his waist- Summoner. He stares at her for a moment, not really seeing her through his mop of hair right now, but soon he smiles wide and moves forward to hug her, with his free arm, doing his best to avoid the cookies if she's holding them outside of her sylladex.

"Swipe! Oh it's great to see you." He says with a cheerful tone, even if his voice sounds a little strained at the time.

[feralfanatic]

"Ly... SUMMONER!"

She has not really been using her sylladex much these days; For reasons. The hug then happens around the tray she is carrying in on of her arms. She hugs him best she can with her own free hand, she will get a better hug later.

"You are awake! Oh, that is wonderful! Darkleer must be positively ecstatic! How are you doing?"

Then as if suddenly noticing the state of his 'clothing'.

"...Wow, he did not wait long at all, did he?" She laughs.

[rebull]

"I'm great- heh well uh." Chuckle,s stepping back, his face flushing a little as he rubs a hand behind his neck.

"More like I couldn't, but it was kinda a joint thing," a sly look. "As you can imagine."

[feralfanatic]

"Oh, I bet. I can imagine something along the lines of 'Hey, baby, I am awa-'" Then she just imitates a snogging noise. Followed by another laugh. Her mood was suddenly much lighter then her mood had allowed as of late, This certainly made her day!

"I was just coming by to see your matesprit, but this is all the better. I was bringing over something nice for him, but by decree they are now for the happy couple! Shall we go inside so you can stop giving the bubble a free show?"

[aim_exorable]

In all honesty, it is a holy miracle that Darkleer is capable of walking. Getting to his feet faintly hurts, but the ache is almost pleasant, especially as he remembers the reason for it. Honestly he really should make food, and that is the main reason he drags his robe on and pulls himself downstairs.

As he makes his way down the stairs, he can faintly hear voices, and it takes a few moments for him to pin them down to their owners. As he makes his way into the living room, he's rubbing at his eyes. "Mmm, Lysunder, stop being rude and invite her-"

And then he realizes what Summoner is wearing. Or, more accurately, what he isn't wearing.

"Lysunder!"

A few days later, almost immediately after whenever it is that Kanaya finds out about summoner

[sylphauxiliatrix]

[There's a polite knocking at the front door to the hive. Kanaya is there, carrying something in a tastefully discrete brown paper bag.]

[aim_exorable]

[Unlike when Disciple surprised them almost immediately after Summoner awoke, Darkleer is much more prepared. Fully clothed and everything as he opens the door. It's a slight surprise to see Kanaya there; as far as he can recall, she's never really visited their hive before.]

Miss Kanaya. A pleasure. Please, come inside.

[sylphauxiliatrix]

Uhm. No, that's alright, thank you.

Here.

[She hands the paper bag out to Darkleer. She's just going to abscond without a word as soon as he takes it. As for the contents, feel free to let your imagination go wild. There may be some leather involved.]

[aim_exorable]

Ah, thank you. Are you-?

[Whoa, wait, nope, she's gone. Huh! That is unusual. He supposes she must be busy. Closing the door, he peeks into the bag-]

[WOW WOW WOW]

[WOW]

[WHAT ON EARTH HAS THAT YOUNG LADY BEEN READING]

[HE IS SCANDALIZED]







[and totally commissioning more in the future sob]

[not here... as in not this room, but, another room]

[rebull]