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.

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[rebull]

"Well the more the messier, hey?" Chuckles, folding the pony's ears a little playfully.

"Also not something I'm not too against," gives Darkleer a toothy smile. He's already making a commune link with Svaeth, as well as a heck of a lot of other animals, many of which are confused about where he went or have forgotten. He definitely feels more at ease as soon as he mind links though.

Again he accepts the spoon of soup, moving a hand up to wipe some that dripped down his chin with the back of his hand. "Hmm?" Looks to Svaeth as he swallows.

"Napping spot? Guess I'm happy I served purpose then hey?" ... "How uh, how long?

[aim_exorable]

One of the animals he might mind link with would perhaps be a certain painted horse in the backyard of this very hive, who seems rather familiar with the mind linking methods thanks to a smaller and less dyed version of Summoner. There's a faint hint of interest, and she certainly seems to know Svaeth.

"You are quite the best napping spot," Darkleer declares teasingly, smiling for what feels like the first time in a long time. Smiling for his matesprit is different than smiling for any other reason. He's in the middle of stirring up the soup to get some more when Summoner asks his question. The spoon comes to a stop, and Darkleer tries to figure out a way to break it to him. His eyes stay focused down on the soup before he tentatively directs his gaze up to Summoner's eyes. What he can see of them anyway.

"I found you in the beginning of October," he says quietly. His hand reaches out to cup Summoner's cheek; his fingers are lukewarm now thanks to the heat of the soup. "It's December, now. Two months."

[rebull]

He'll keep up a brief conversation with her before letting her know he's a little busy for the time- but he plans to come back and speak again! He's a little slow at the multitasking thing right now after all.

His jaw tightens a little when he hears what Darkleer has to say though.

He shouldn't be... too angry, but... to someone of his life span, and with his ideals, two months of doing completely nothing means a hell of a lot to him and he grows silent, looking down with his lips pursing.

Lysunder's hand stop, just laying on the horse's back and neck for a moment as he sits, saying nothing, cursing internally at himself even though he knows it's not exactly his fault. But soon he's tilting his head up again, giving Darkleer a crooked smirk and moving a hand up to place on the back of the blueblood's.

"Sorry Tink, musta been pretty tough on you."

[aim_exorable]

The horse snorts a bit and snuffles at his wrist when he stops moving his hand. Aside from that, Darkleer stays as quiet as ever. He's just watching him and only able to wonder what's going through his mind. He knows how his matesprit has a tendency to blame himself. It was obvious when he was first here and constantly thinking about his rebellion.

The apology makes him shake his head. "At least you had the good graces not to die this time, hm?" He tries to smile. "You were still here. I managed." Which is to say, he managed very badly, but he won't mention that. Darkleer just leans over to presses his nose to the crook of his shoulder. "I won't lie and say I didn't miss you terribly, however.."

[rebull]

"Heh, right- good thing, hey?" He'd like to not go through that again, thanks. Unless it's his true death, of course, and then he's prefer to go down fighting.

Summoner's sitting still as Darkleer leans in, and soon he feels a cool breath on his skin, lacing the binding freshly pulled over his neck. A small laugh leaves him, tilting his head a little as he slides a hand up into Darkleer's hair, sighing happily and closing his eyes when he feels how smooth and cool it is to the touch.

"Heh-" Nuzzles into him a little, breathing in deep, his smile growing a little cocky. "Every little bit a' me?"

[aim_exorable]

There's a small sigh as he feels those fingers slip through his hair. "Every single a bit, from the tips of your toes to the tops of your horns, you arrogant silly fool." He tries to pull away.

"I can tell you all the parts I missed once we get you filled with proper nourishment again. Svaeth seems eager to take some in." The pony looks appropriately shocked. Him? Never.

[rebull]

"Well uh, in body I was still here, you know?" Grins and then licks his lips, giving a more sly look at his face flushes.

"I'll be happy to lend an ear to that, and uh, maybe a bit more too, heh."

Lysunder glances down to Svaeth, making a joking little nicker sound in his direction before softly, rubbing down the top of his snout with the back of a finger.

"Not sure you'll even know what to do with a spoon full of soup, little guy. Besides get it everywhere, which would just be kind of silly."

[aim_exorable]

"Fiend." It's said just as fondly as all the other names he calls him, however.

Svaeth just happily takes in the attention. Being from a petting zoo, he's rather used to it. The Zahhaks have only shamelessly encouraged this trait.

Smiling down with adoration to the little pony, Darkleer rubs his other hand over Summoner's. "You woke up just in time for the human version of Twelfth Perigee's Eve, you know."

[rebull]

"Hm?" He's having a hard time remembering, that's... a bit far from him right now, sweeps actually.

[aim_exorable]

"Christmas, remember?" Darkleer subtly tries to nudge the spoon into Summoner's hand. He knows how he gets about being fed, after all. "You were here for the last one, although I imagine that was quite a while back for you. It was when Dural arrived. The strange tendency to hang enormous socks, festive pine trees.. That."

[rebull]

"Oh yeah," pause.

"Oh yeah..." Grand Highblood memories are flooding back now too from around that holiday last time, yeesh.

[aim_exorable]

He doesn't even know about that... Really, the whole thing was before they were really on the best of speaking terms. So he's not really sure what has Summoner trailing off. Quick, a distraction is needed!

"You kept talking about making me sing, if I recall."

[rebull]

"Sing-?" Glancing up, tilting his head awkwardly to try and see him from under his bangs.

"Heh-" Smiles. "I do like when you sing."

[aim_exorable]

Chuckling, Darkleer flicks some of those messy messy bangs out of the way.

"Maybe I'll sing for you if you eat all your soup."

[rebull]

A snort, shaking his head a little as he sits up, putting out both hands.

"Give me the bowl." He's starving anyway.

[aim_exorable]

Oh boy. Why does he have a bad feeling about this?

"Don't spill it," he warns, nonetheless passing the bowl and its spoon to Summoner's eager fingers.

[rebull]

That spoon is discarded, actually, he kind of just sets it on the bed next to him, not even caring it it gets anything on the sheets, whoops.

And then the whole bowl is getting tilted to his mouth and he just drinks it down fast before sighing happily.

"Oooh yeah." The pit feeling in his stomach is quickly fading away, thankfully. Hunger's a terrible feeling.

[aim_exorable]

Darkleer chuckles somewhat. "You are something of a oinkbeast. So long asleep, I suppose I can't blame you.

[rebull]

Summoner sets the bowl down at the side of the bed and looks up to Darkleer, licking his lips and laughing.

"Sorry, guess I uh, guess I'm just a little carefree right now, ya know? Who wouldn't be after that much sleeping." Blows upwards, making his hair flip a little over his nose. "Usually it's furbeasts naps for me, couldn't even get a full night on my own."

[aim_exorable]

"If there's anyone who knows about your preference for furbeast naps, then it is certainly me." Content that the soup has been successfully devoured, Darkleer begins to slowly move himself onto the bed besides Summoner. Just sitting for now. Another fond kiss to his cheek.

"Still want me to sing?"

[rebull]

"Careful not to put me to sleep again," smiles, leaning against him, wings shifting behind him.

[aim_exorable]

"You just woke up, and I haven't even begun to truly tire you out yet." There's a light smile as he teases him, nuzzling against his cheek. Then, he begins to sing a soft low song, an old Alternian tune.

[rebull]

Another small laugh, his smile lingering for a bit before his face relaxes and he just stays where he is, leaning, lids low from under his bangs. Summoner lets himself fall into the sound of it for a while, hands continuing to slowly pet the back of the small horse on his legs before those movements stop.

"So uh,-" said after he finishes, adjusting a little but staying where he is.

"What all happened then? Two months is pretty long, for, not really being awake, you know?"

[aim_exorable]

Just the knowledge that his voice is being heard once again is enough to keep Darkleer calm. After these last few tumultuous months, it's a relief he's been long waiting and hoping for. As Summoner shifts, Darkleer falls quiet. A slight flinch at the question. Well he couldn't hold this back forever.

"Of vital note, particularly to you," he starts, "is that there is a new rule being enforced. If you kill anyone, or are yourself killed... There are consequences. The nurses have become tired of it, it seems. There was a murderer on the loose, you see, and... Well, they took away his sight, at least for a designated length of time. I don't doubt they could do worse."

[rebull]

"Whoa, uh, wait, you're punished if you get killed too?" He sits up a bit, giving Darkleer a sneer. Lysunder moves a hand up to slick his hair back, eyes with rather heavy bags, both giving Darkleer a look of confusion before he pulls his hand away again and the strands flop onto his face once more.

"The hell is that even?"