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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That makes sense. For a lusus to live that long is quite impressive. Darkleer was hesitant to tell Redglare anything about Summoner, considering her legislacerator standing, but if Summoner seems pleased about it, well... For a moment, he simply watches Summoner, trying to judge if this is the right time.

"Others arrived as well. Some of the children who played the same game as ours."

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He leans back to the table, finishing up the chili now as he listenings.

"Ah, uh, so just young humans then? No more younger trolls? Strider kid ever fly back here?"

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Which Strider? There are too many of them in Darkleer's opinion. But that isn't important right now. "No, not just young humans." Taking a deep breath, he slides the SFC over to Summoner. It's on the contact list of those who are here.

Mindfang's name is right in the middle.

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He pulls it over to him, spoon still in his mouth. He holds it up, scrolling a bit, and suddenly there's a twist in his stomach and he's just staring at it. Yeah he-

he sees it. But. That could just be the Mindfang from before, right? Yeah, since well, she was here before, as he was, and he came back-

Older.

Summoner takes a breath, his nostrils flaring, kind of lost in thought as he holds the SFC tighter.

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Darkleer just watches him, bared eyes full of worry and the bare strings of hope. There's also that something else too- something that seems to so often be a constant in him, miserable, waiting for a bomb to drop and leave him with nothing.

Finally, he speaks up quietly. "She's from after."

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"After uh-"

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"The end." Her end, to be more precise.

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"-Right..."

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Can... he reach over? And just lightly touch his fingers? Can he do that? Because he's doing that.

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He can, yeah, Summoner kind of jumps at it and feigns a smile before looking back to the SFC.

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After seeing so many real, bright smiles from him, Darkleer isn't so easily taken in by fake ones. But he doesn't say anything. He'll just... wait.

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"So uh-" Swallow.

"How's she doing then?" It's hard to really hear his own voice, it's like his heart's taking over his ears. She doubts she's really... mad. he realized later she had to have known all along anyway, but still.

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"Quiet." Which is a blessed miracle, in his opinion. Either she's planning something, or something else had to have happened to her. Anything is possible, really.

"She seemed to take being transported here in stride. She accepted my explanation well enough."

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"Explanation? Like uh, of Vatheon you mean?"

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"Yes." A pause. "I didn't tell her about your presence here." Mostly because... well. Things. Yeah.

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"Yeah I uh, I kind of figured you wouldn't." Breath.

"I don't really know how she'll take it-" Kind of a lie, she tends to be possessive but she knew he was going to kill her and accepted that as an end, right? So it's really hard to say.

Either way, he doesn't really know what to say besides that, hell, he doesn't even know what to think besides he has no idea how to go about speaking to her. Summoner spent sweeps coping and trying to accept what had to be done but-

A deep breath, closing his eyes and setting the communicator down. He eyes the table before sliding the small device over to Darkleer. "Trade ya for that pudding, hey Tink?"

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Some tension bleeds out of him like he'd been stabbed deep. Knowing Mindfang as he does, Darkleer doesn't think it will be easy. She would never make things easy. But if Summoner is sticking to his word, still talking about a 'them', then Darkleer can handle it.

Taking his SFC, he gets up but doesn't immediately go to the fridge. Instead, he leans closer and tilts his head just enough so he can press his lips against Summoner's cheek. "I believe that is an acceptable trade. Would you want to watch a movie of some sort as well?"

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"Yeah, sure-" He says distantly, staying still when he kisses him. Quick, before Darkleer pulls away, Summoner puts a hand up and grabs the front of his shirt, holding it tight to keep him from pulling away right away.

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Darkleer promptly freezes up at the hand on his shirt. With everything, it's still hard to say how the wind will blow. He gently places his own large hand over Summoner's.

"Do you want something else?"

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He doesn't really say anything, just keeps him there, staring intently at the table. His whole body stays still, wings and all.

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...That isn't good. Slowly, like he is dealing with a skittish beast, Darkleer crouches down. His other hand goes around Summoner, pulling him close.

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Still quiet, his face hardens a bit, not letting that pushing behind his eyelids continue. Summoner takes a deep breath, his mind rather active right now, trying to go over a few ways he could see interacting with Mindfang because he knows it'll happen. But soon he shakes his head a bit, leaning into Darkleer and breathing in deep, his black hair pressing against the front of his face. Eyes close, hands slides up into his hair behind his head, Lysunder kisses his neck, gripping his hair tighter.

"Back to the room for a bit first, all right big guy?"

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Oh. Darkleer's eyelids flutter as he feels that breath, those lips. His hands freeze where they are. The tug of his hair could make him give into just about anything, and it takes work to make his voice function.

"How on Alternia do you have this much energy...?

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A deep breath, feeling his chest clench a bit, his stomach roll and he pushes himself up, dusting his lips over Darkleer's brow before he pockets his hands and turns to head back.

"Two months I guess," shrug. "Should see me on the field." A bitter laugh, ending with a small sigh.

Sometimes there's moments where he really wishes he was back home and just fighting his war. This might be one of those times. Fighting, training, it does well to get your mind off anything else, but he's not really feeling instigating the Highblood right now. Either way, he'd rather get back to feeling exhausted.

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...Oh. And consider that 'oh' a slightly more disappointed one, with his ears drooping back. Of course, this isn't about their feelings and attraction to one another. It's fairly obvious. After everything, it's even faintly obvious. Pressing closer, Darkleer dips his head with the bridge of his nose pressing against Summoner's horn and that moppy mess of hair pressing against his skin.

"We can save the pudding for later, then." His arms go around him for a proper hug.