15 ♐ Baby it's cold outside

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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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"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.

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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?"

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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."

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"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?"

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He was expecting that. With how Summoner is, there was no way it could be any other reaction. Sighing, Darkleer glances down to the pony and pets him, just to keep his hands busy.

"It is the reasoning of individuals who view us as little more than an experiment and not individuals, Summoner. Apparently, if one dies, it is their own fault for not trying harder to avoid death."

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His eyes slim, a growl building in his throat. He cuts himself off though, sitting back with a sigh.

"Prisoners don't really get a lot of respect, do they? Guess sometimes I forget we're still in a fucking cage." His tone is bitter, but he means it. This place tricks you, he's in an even split between wanting to stay and wanting to leave, but things like that do well to remind him of the latter.

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"It's easy to forget." He tries to get closer again, letting his horn rub up against Summoner's and close to the base. "But one day, we will be able to take control. We have been discovering more information, haven't we? There have been methods taken to ensure that the information we discover will not be lost with our absence."

His hand goes to settle over his. "I know it is not as quick a revolution as you would like or are used to, but we are doing what we can."

[rebull]

"Mm.." A sigh, leaning in again. Son his head tilts up, lacing a kiss against Darkleer's neck as he listens, staying silent again.

"Help me forgot for a bit then, would ya?"

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Oh. Darkleer's eyelids flutter a bit as he feels those warm lips press against his pulse. His hands begins to slip away from Summoner's hand and to his thigh, lightly rubbing. He can't lie- he missed this, too. "Mmm, still a lot to talk about..."

Especially his... mistakes. But for now... Maybe it could be alright? He's just woken up. That's enough bad news for now. Surely they can spend some time just enjoying each other, for a little while.

[rebull]

"We got time, all right? I'm up, get me back down again." A glance to Svaeth along with a rather blunt mental conversation before the horse happily gets up and trots out. Summoner watches with a lazy gaze through strands of hair before he's skirting fingers against Darkleer's stomach.

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A sharp breath as he feels those fingers, and then Darkleer is pushing forward, nudging his leg until he's straddling Summoner's crotch. His own hands go to Summoner's shirt, pushing up at it while he touches that stomach of his; being asleep so long has probably changed Summoner's body a bit, but Darkleer could care less.

"I hope you're ready for quite the rodeo, then, after being so well rested."

Say uh- a fade to black then-

[rebull]

"Heh," Smiles up to him, sliding his hands to Darkleer's hips.

"Really Tink, when aren't it? I am always suitably prepared."

after an hour-ish and a torn bedsheet...

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Covered in sweat and breathing a bit heavily, Darkleer feels strangely content as he stays wrapped around Summoner, arms holding him close. It's hard not to feel connected to Summoner after something like that. Nuzzling at his cheek, he catches his breath so he can speak.

"I had plans for when you woke up... and I admittedly hadn't included that."

bedsheets were ruined in the making of this post

[rebull]

Here let him just stop being upside down for a moment- He laughs, letting out a huffed "wooo" as he flops back down on the bed.

"Yeah I was going to say. But whatever you were doing with you ;eg was great. We have to remember that." Snorts.

no animals, 'tho, and that is the important thing

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He could give a giddy giggle if he 1) possessed negative dignity, 2) didn't sound deranged when he did so, and 3) wasn't more exhausted than anything, although admittedly in the most pleasant of ways. There's just a soft sigh, idly stroking at Summoner' chest.

"I'll be sure to write it down and everything." For a moment, he stays as he is, just stroking. Now? He's just not sure. But if he doesn't speak up now, then he might just hold himself back. The light starts to fade from his eyes, and the smile from his face. His hand eventually stops.

"I... think we do need to talk."

Re: no animals, 'tho, and that is the important thing

[rebull]

"You always were good with that, taking notes." Smiles, laying back a bit more, adjusting his shoulders and wings.

That high after glow definitely fades at those words though and he sits up a little. His expression would look more concerned

you know

if you could even really... well, see, his face.

"To uh, to talk. Right. What about?"

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That hair is definitely... something. That should be taken care of.

Slowly, Darkleer sits up as well. Without hardly thinking about it, he begins to pick at what's left of the bedsheets. Really, he just wants to wrap himself up and disappear; it's a rather obvious thought on his face.

Where should he start first? Is either topic really better than the other? They could both wreck his quadrant, just in different ways. Taking deep breaths and counting to seven, he picks one. "When you were asleep... your body was kidnapped."

[rebull]

Oh that doesn't sit well in his stomach.

"...All right." Said slowly, waiting for him to continue.

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"Nothing bad happened to you!" Darkleer is quick to point that out. Well, yes, his face was painted, but that wasn't permanent. "I gave chase immediately. It... Well." He runs his hand through his hair, feeling his insides twist.

"It.. was the Grand Highblood who took you. Perhaps as a joke of some sort."

[rebull]

He actually relaxes a little at that, not even the comment about him being fine, but about the Highblood being the one to do it. He doesn't like it, but it's rather predictable. Summoner likes having a general idea of what that ass hole would do.

"Yeah, I can uh, I can see that."

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"Quite." Stupid insane clowns. Darkleer doesn't know what to do with them. Taking a deep breath, he forces himself to keep going. He has to.

"As I said... I gave chase. I managed to get you back, and you were immediately escorted back here thanks to my robots. I... I simply didn't return with you or them." A thick swallow. "I kept going."

[rebull]

Fuck them, apparently.

"Uh, right." He watches him quietly, feeling a slight tug in his stomach. He's starting to piece it together, but he doesn't interrupt him, letting him finish.

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Just the one! By accident.

Nothing else. Right. Darkleer faintly realizes that he's stopping so much because he doesn't want to admit this happened. He simply wants it to never have happened. However, he's poured his sopor, now he has to sleep in it.

"It started out with the same feelings as before. I simply wanted to hurt him- worse, as you well know." His treatment of the sheet starts to get worse, fingers tearing straight through; only half by accident, really "I caught up to him, and we fought. Again. This time it was not as easy, however, and, ah. Eventually we ended up on the ground." He wants to swallow, but his throat suddenly feels as dry as a desert. "He managed to get me on my back, and I was working to get the upper hand again when he decided... He didn't much care for simply fighting. I was so worked up by then, I, I simply wasn't thinking straight." Darkleer can feel some strands of his hair come loose as he shoves his hand through his hair.

He wasn't to do such a thing, and yet it happened.

"We-" The words threaten to get stuck in his throat, but he pushes on. "We had sex."

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[rebull]

"Yeah-"

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