vatheon | 15 ♐ Baby it's cold outside

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15 ♐ Baby it's cold outside

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

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.

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.

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?"

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.

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.

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-?"

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.

"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."

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.

Oh dear, okay, maybe he needs to slow down. Setting the bowl down, Darkleer reaches over to gently rub his fingers through the hair around the very base of Summoner's horns. "Ssssh, quiet, we can talk all about that later. Right now, we simply need to concentrate on waking you up a bit more." Unable to help himself, he kisses at his cheek. Goodness gracious, there aren't words for how relieved he is to see him awake again. He could practically collapse to the floor.

Before the horse can snuffle his way to the bowl of soup, Darkleer shoos his nose away from it before taking a nice spoonful and trying to get it into Summoner's mouth.

"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.

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.

More blinking, opening his eyes a bit more, but the hand massaging near his horns on his scalp makes him relax again and he feels a sudden pull in his chest before suddenly yawning wide. Then it's back to watching, making a happy hum sound as Darkleer kisses his cheek, leaning into him a bit before Darkleer's backing away and he almost falls over slightly before catching himself.

"Wh-" A start, looking down to the bed again.

"There's a hoofbeast on me, why's there a hoofbeast on me?" A dazed question as he slowly moves his hands to pet it. "Not that I'm really uh, complaining or anything- hm?" Oh, spoon coming his way. He'll just lean forward and crane his neck, mouth wide before he clamps his lips down on the spoon and pulls off it, swallowing.

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

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."

"Oh, heh, well uh, well yeah. It's nice that you visited me. Sorry if I wasn't uh-" Teeters his head a little, chuckling again, softly to himself.

"The most entertaining of company for it, but I'm awake now, kind of. Though Darkleer did a number on waking me up."

"He is my hoofbeast," Darkleer says, almost serenely. Having Svaeth around has admittedly brought up his mood now and then when he was driving himself down into yet another pit of despair- just like he had been before, really. With his worries soothed and a horse in the vicinity, Darkleer can feel himself calming just a bit. "Svaeth... came to my yard, and we decided he could stay. We are expanding our hive, now, so that he and the chocobos and Gamzee's goose all have room to be in."

It's nice. Talking to him now. The fact that they can talk. It's not just onesided ramblings from Darkleer. Taking another spoonful of soup, he holds it out to Summoner again. "He's small enough to come inside, when he likes to. You've been quite a comfortable napping spot."

"It's okay," Sollux hastens to try to reassure him. "I mean, it's not like you even wanted me around, and you definitely didn't need to entertain me or anything."

He snickers softly. "Yeah, I bet he did a number on you..."

"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?

"Hey now, I like having you around. You are a pretty cool guy, eh? Sorry I missed out though."

Grins at that comment, glancing over to a rather pantless Darkleer. He lifts a brow, tilting his head to look back at Sollux.

"Pretty obvious guess with sleeping beauty over here, hey?"

Edited 2012-12-12 05:37 (UTC)

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."

"I'm really okay with not having all the details," Sollux says quickly, his teeth flashing in a grin. "So are you saying that you're okay with me crawling in your window and sprawling over you in the middle of the night?"

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."

"Well apparently that was becoming the in thing while I was out, so I guess I can't complain if the fad got that popular." Darkleer, Sollux, Disciple, horses, apparently napping ontop of him like some kind of slumberbunkus is how shit was flying. He's more flattered than anything though, nice to know so many people missed him/enjoyed his company in some manner.

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