Licking Wounds

[rebull]

Who: Summoner and Darkleer
When: A little after this log.
Where: Darkleer's Hive
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

The silence of the night is probably intense, considering Darkleer seems to prefer complete silence when he works. So when there's a rather weak tap at a covered up window from the outside, he'll most likely hear it, probably already be aware of a presence hovering outside his room.

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[aim_exorable]

Yes, it could have been worse. He could have been dead. Again.

"Sometimes I think I might get sick from how much I do," he grumbles at the kiss, rubbing his fingers over Summoner's knuckles. "Since you're obviously here for the night, what would you like to eat? I could bring Svaeth down for the company if you'd like."

[rebull]

Nah, he wouldn't be, maybe, I mean, it could happen on accident. But he doubts that as well.

"Well if ya get sick that's really your own fault." A smile, ear suddenly perking.

"Food? Yeah, that sounds great! Svaeth too, it'll be nice to catch up in person."

[aim_exorable]

"Some salad, then." Getting up to his feet, Darkleer looks down at him with a fond little smile. "I'll be sure to include the small juicy tomatoes. Try to keep in mind that you aren't to do any more movement for a while."

[rebull]

"Heh-" A smile, watching him as he stands up. Summoner pauses for a bit, listening, before moving a hand to tug on Darkleer's wrist softly.

"Don't- uh, I know I said don't stop worrying, but really don't worry yourself into ground," A small smile, letting out a sigh as his hands move, fingers rubbing into his palm a little, lacing loosely there after. "But I guess- if things tug ya too much, remember something for me, okay?"

[aim_exorable]

That gentle touch gets him to stop as if it's stronger than himself. Maybe on some level, it is. His own fingers curl around Summoner's, and he goes to kneel down again.

"I'll try not to," he says with a weary smile before tilting his head to the side. "What?"

[rebull]

The head tilt's a nice touch, gets him smirking again and he holds back a wince and he leans in, wrapping an arm around Darkleer's neck and pressing his face against his shoulder and neck.

"Those things bringin' ya down, will only prove to lift you back up."

[aim_exorable]

"Mmm." He can't help a smile as he tilts his head a bit more so he can press a kiss into Summoner's hair. "I'll try to, love, and I imagine it will be quite a bit easier with you around. I have it rather badly, after all, even if I can hardly tell when you'll show up, giving me plenty of trouble..."

Gently, he takes him by the shoulders and tries to make him lay down again. "Now don't move. How many times must I tell you this, you cad?"

[rebull]

"Hey now, not just me. Equius and Gamzee are always here for you too, same with Disciple now, right? You have a lot of people who care about you." Another chuckle, replying the kiss back against Darkleer's temple before nuzzling a bit into his hair.

"I'll always be with you, fire always leaves a mark, Tink." And then a growl as he's pushed to lay back down, fighting a little but ow- no okay, that was painful, laying down.

"Sheesh, ya think a troll could romance a guy if he felt like it."

[aim_exorable]

A fond shake of his head. "You will have quite a while to romance me, don't you worry about such a thing." Leaning down, he pops a kiss onto the tip of Summoner's nose.

"Just don't bleed to death first."

[rebull]

A quick response to lick at the tip of Darkleer's nose.

"I'll try not to, get along then." A grin, whipping a hand to smack his ass.

[aim_exorable]

A strangled noise! Darkleer quickly straightens up, hands going to his bottom while he glares at Summoner.

"You are a scoundrel, a rounder, and a cad, Summoner Lysunder!" Huffing, he turns away sharply to go up the stairs. "But I love you, to my great misfortune."

[rebull]

"And you gotta really extensive vocabulary." Snickers, watching him leave.

"Love you too, babe." Kiss~

[aim_exorable]

"Rogue!" is called down from the stairs before the door can be heard opening and subsequently closing.

Salad is really fairly easy to make, especially with who lives in this hive and their diet. That doesn't take much at all. Svaeth is a bit more tricky to call in; the little thing is just so excitable, keeping up with a certain blue chocobo and aggravating Dural.

Eventually, however, Darkleer comes back down the stairs with a nice big bowl of salad in one hand and a pony tucked under his other arm.

[rebull]

Yeah no, he's out- again- by the time he comes back down stairs.

[aim_exorable]

Precious idiot. Darkleer comes to a pause at the foot of the stairs, features softening as he sees him there. Setting Svaeth down to prance about all he likes, he goes to sit by his unconscious matesprit.

Food can wait. Just for a little while.