You can't change the one you love, you're not supposed to.

[rebull]

Who: Summoner and Anyone that wants to bug him.
Where: The Island
When: Nownownow
Style: Whatever you want.
Status: Open like my heart~

Dear Signless is he tired lately. Maybe it's all the thinking? It has to be. He can think when he wants to, has to, you know, about the things he knows. Animals, war, he knows those things, has a lot of experience with them, is interested in them. He barely even has to think about them actually, they're just natural for him, but this? This romance bullshit.

Man, you never think you'll have to talk to your dead wife again after you kill her. He was too busy getting himself to deal with what happened, why would he think about what he'd have to say to her later? There wouldn't be a later, there shouldn't've been. But Vatheon just-

Vatheon makes things uncomfortable and dramatic, makes things you'd think about less more intense, more important. So yeah, he's tired lately. You can probably see it in how he flies right now, a kind of dragging pace and low to the ground, wanting to keep out of too many people's sight. Summoner's heading to the elevator now, making his way to the island. The door to the elevator is as small and obstructive as ever but that magic twist it's got does wonders when trying to enter with that rack of his. He's pretty thankful for it actually, magic elevator, hell, doesn't understand the thing but he appreciates it. Lysunder's pretty anxious to get to the island too, when he does, there's nothing better than that deep breath of fresh air. He can already taste the sea.

"Maybe I'll hit the coast, hey fellas?" A sigh to himself, his mind mixing with some seagulls right now, chatting them up a bit before he gets ready to hit the skies again.

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[grandhighblood]

The silence only makes him more irritated, and he stops pacing furiously, just walking around to his side. The long curve of Summoner's horn practically invites him to grab it, to tug it hard and crane his neck back. Make him motherfucking look at him.

"Answer me, motherfucker-"

And this time he brings his clenched fist down to smash the bottle with his bare hands, striking it hard, right as Summoner's lips pull away from the mouth of the bottle.

[rebull]

He scowls, his eyes slimming, actually looking at him now, his expression a little more telling but he doesn't strike out at him, just calms himself down before responding.

"C'mon big guy. This is actually pretty rude, considering I'm letting you down so uh, so nicely, heh."

[grandhighblood]

That expression gives the highblood a bit of encouragement, but is quickly dashed when the Summoner responds calmly. Like, motherfucker actually took the time to calm himself down before answering, on purpose. For some reason, that feels like a real hit below the belt.

"Lettin' a brother down? Why would you even have the need to be all motherfucking doing that shit anyway?" He sounds legitimately confused, sneering and frowning at him.

[rebull]

Someone certainly hit below the belt.

"Guess it's uh, it's probably cause you hit a little closer to home while I was kicking it soporside, you know?" Eyebrows raise, trying to tilt his head a little.

[grandhighblood]

He didn't quite get it at first, but then for some reason a strange nagging feeling rises in his mind. He didn't think much of it himself- during, after, now, whatever- but with how Summoner is acting and the mention of 'home' (which conjures up an image of what he thinks Summoner relates the word 'home' to)...and well, he soon gets it.

"Talking about a certain motherfucker then, aren't you? Figured he was all up the type to motherfucking kiss and tell right at the fucking get-go." Not that GHB was into keeping secrets. Hardly. This 'thing' is hardly a secret.

[rebull]

Not much of a reply before a deep breath, closing his eyes.

"Let go."

[grandhighblood]

He looks down at his hand. He hadn't been touching him directly at all at first, but then he realizes his hand is most definitely wrapped around that horn tip. It's a bit of a stunned silence, surprised at first, then glares at him.

"Got your motherfucking panties all up in the twist?" He sneers, not letting go.

[rebull]

"Uh, the opposite, actually."

[grandhighblood]

"Going motherfucking commando?" Head tilt, a completely serious question.

[rebull]

His nostrils flare, wings quivering still so it covers the small chill get gets.

"Too bad you can't kind out for yourself, big guy. Now let me go, alright?"

[grandhighblood]

His hand still gripping the horn, he snarls.

"And if a brother up and motherfucking refuses?"

[rebull]

"It'll be one hell of a bore either way." Even if he can feel his blood beating harder, wants to lash out, fight back, but he damn well knows what it'll lead to.

[grandhighblood]

"A motherfucking bore? You don't say." He growls, then brings his hand down to pull Summoner's head down hard towards the ground in an attempt to smash that dull expression.

"Motherfucker all up and LYING TO BROTHER'S FACE!"

[rebull]

His teeth clench, the feeling of pressure on his skull hurting. He winces, growling in the back of his throat, trying to push back. He feels the need to yell back, return the bite with a bite, but he stops himself, nostrils flaring as he takes a deep breath.

"Like you deserve any better, clowntown. Now let me go."

[grandhighblood]

Wow, he's really not fucking around. Angrier than before and frustrated, he practically flings the Summoner back by the horn, bristling and pacing back and for madly.

"The motherfuck kind of game is this, anyway, motherfucker?"

[rebull]

Summoner staggers back a bit, sneering as he tries to gain his balance again before quickly leaping up and into the air, high above him.

"Not a game, the end of one, indick." Not that he really wants it to be, a tussle in the snow coulda been good for easing his nerves.

[grandhighblood]

He senses a bit of regret for letting go of Summoner's horn now, as he watches him take to the air. For some reason, he feels like Summoner owes him an explanation, but he's not quite sure how to make the question any plainer.

"The end of...?" Ugh, all this vague bullshit is really getting on his nerves.

[rebull]

"Yeah, end of whatever we-" He doesn't even know... how to word it, or how to even emote his face right now. His eyebrows furrow.

"Something just feels weird about it after you getting with him, ya know?" Slides a hand behind his neck.

"Man, anyone else, but you had to just, ugh..."

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[grandhighblood]

"Getting with him-?"

Like, the highblood legitimately did not even think that was something he had to care about. He always was the 'I do what I motherfucking want' type, after all. Worrying about other people's feelings just was not something he gave a shit about.

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[grandhighblood]

He snarls a little, almost a snort, as he glares up at him still. In some ways, he felt regret for even doing ANYTHING with that pathetic excuse of a blueblood in that 'ugh i can't believe i associated myself with such a wretched creature'.

"Think you're getting your motherfucking overreaction on about this shit, motherfucker."

[rebull]

"Ah I just-" Grows quiet for a second, still not knowing how to really describe it. It's just weird, knowing GHB's hate fucked his matesprit... It kind of makes him uncomfortable and also worries him.

"I don't want to step on anyone's toes, specifically his, all right?"

[grandhighblood]

"The motherfuck is HE going to even all up and do about it? Pathetic sack of the wettest shit I've come up against, especially for someone that calls himself a blueblood." He mutters, mostly to himself, but it's definitely loud enough for Summoner to hear.

[rebull]

"Yeah, you uh, you say that, but then you still did it."

[grandhighblood]

"Heat of the motherfucking moment."

[rebull]

"Hey, if it happens once..."