vatheon | Your web, I'm caught

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the summoner

Your web, I'm caught

Who: Mindfang and Summoner
When: Feb 4th - Afternoon
Where: Starting in the Plaza
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

So this is probably a terrible idea, but honestly? He can't just keep flying away from this issue. They're stuck in this bubble and he can't just- he knows he has to face this, hell, at least talk to her. That and he wants to see her, even if he spent sweeps preparing himself to never get to see her again. After her death it was so difficult to get that into his skull. Death was so common to his race but... to never see her again, see her move, breath, smile, it was hard on him and his heart. Summoner imagines seeing her again will be too. He was ready to never see her anymore, but he never prepared himself to see her now. He doesn't regret what he did, he won't mope infront of her, wanting forgiveness, feeling like he doesn't deserve it- no. But he feels terrible for something else and that's what makes it hard.

So as he waits in the plaza, he feels both dread and excitement. His wings flutter here and there, but he remains still, feeling odd bouts of self consciousness, knowing he's sweeps older than she would remember him. But he's quiet, and stays put, keeping his breathing steady and hiding his shaking hands in the pockets of the blue Zora tunic Zelda gave him.

Forever seems like it passes, trying to actually- not commune around the area, wanting to wait to see her in person now. He hasn't let himself get a good look at her face at all, he knows he needs to see it with his own eyes first, doesn't seem right other wise. Tch, then again, what about this situation feels right?

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Mindfang didn't truly believe in second chances. The world played out as it did, and that was that. Time had taught her that fate wasn't something you could escape and so she had except the cards her life had dealt her eventually. In the end it'd hadn't been a bad hand, and the prize of the Summoner's returned flushed feelings had been enough that she had accepted her death at his hands.

And then she had woken up here, told he was also here. And while she didn't believe in second chances, this was obviously one, a chance to turn against fate and have what she wanted. A long and happy time with him. Hearing he had moved on had hurt, right to the burn, but he still loved her, he had said so. Nothing was hopeless, and she wasn't about to let a stupid bulky blockhead stop her. She had overcome more.

If she's nervous she hides it deep, strolling into the plaza with a slightly bored look. Only her eyes give her away, flicking here and there for those familiar horns, those beautiful wings. She's dressed more casually then usual, hat and coat abandoned to leave her in just a shirt and pants, her red boots scuffed, the heels clicking slightly as she walks across to him, lips curling into a slight smile. He's aged, but it's naturally, he's lower blooded then her, he won't even live as long. But still she wants to know the story behind the wrinkles, of each new scar on him.

But it can wait. She can be patient. After all, he can spook so easily. Better to take it slow.

And so she does, inclining her head just slightly as she reaches him, voice soft when she speaks. "Lysunder. Remembering to keep breathing and not freak out?"

Summoner has led a life without too many second chances too, especially when it comes to death. But he supposes his rebellion and war is a second chance in a way, not that he gets the ending he would've liked. He does get a kind of win though, enough to satisfy him while he's stuck here. When it comes to that- knowing how his war will end because he was told here- he knows he's an idiot in some way. He wants to get a different end when he leaves here again, try to change what he's been told, but fate- fate's tough.

He doesn't view this like a second chance though. Lysunder's really not sure how he views this, well, besides incredibly difficult and confusing. But he thinks he knows Mindfang's opinion on this matter, and he's worried about it.

Her saunter is unmistakable. The click of her heels is something he'd never forget, and when he looks to her it's tough to hide that small smile at how she moves. Mindfang's always walked like that, with purpose and pride, and he's always found himself easy to fall for such strength and conviction, just as he does for physical prowess. Hell, he loves all the castes, as equals, and united, but something about a strong blueblood gets him every time, really, it continues to be his downfall.

But again he can't let himself get too excited, too worried, or scared, so he keeps it in check- for the most part. His smile is mostly from how nervous he is though.

"Yeah, a little hard when you see as ghost." A soft chuckle, shaking his head a little and rubbing the back of his neck. "Not that ya had to die to take my breath away, Fang." Because, well, damn. She looks just as she did that night, and it's almost painful to think of it, to see her now. That tinge of self consciousness of his own advanced age is apparent again, but he just lets out a small sigh.

His smile make her feel the same old warm flutters and god it's so hard to restrain herself from pulling him closer and kissing him again. She wants to kiss him again, have a kiss that's not tainted by her own blood in her memory again.

But that will ruin everything, and she's already had to fight to get this far. Slow and steady. Easy-breezy. Luck is always on her side.

"I think I'm too alive to be considered one of those. Most ghosts don't breath after all." Her fingers itch to run through his hair, to feel the warmth she knows is radiating off his body but she curls them up instead, keeping them by her side. "I know. It's always been a skill of mine after all. Something to take pride in."

She shifts a little, rocking back and forth before catching her nervous habit and ceasing. It does move her a little closer though, and she inhales deeply, eyes closing as she takes in his particular scent again. Still so familiar, but she can't help but ask.

"How many sweeps...?"

Kissing is so far from his mind right now, and on purpose. The last time it happened he- he felt like it held forever, and after it felt like only a blink. As it should be... As he convinced himself it should be.

"Hmm, wonder if I'm a ghost then myself." A playful tug on his collar, looking down at himself as if to see if he's transparent. He jests as he always has, tries to focus on other things like his communes. Mindfang knows how well he can divide up his mind to make things easier on himself when it comes to emotional interactions. Doing so helps him keep a more stern expression, keep him from getting to anxious or worried, and it's doing well right now. Not think about her hair or skin or lips, just, looks at her, and doesn't allow anymore.

The rocking he sees, and knows, he says nothing, better to not point out that kinda stuff with her, just makes her blood boil a bit. His eyes go back to her face, then away at her question.

"Uh-" Slides a hand through his hair. "Well it uh, won't seem like much to you, but maybe four or five sweeps?"

"You look pretty solid to me," there's a hint of laughter in her voice, and it's quite obvious that she's checking him out. He looks good still, muscles like she remembers. And she knows his mind is probably wandering, like he always has, to distract him. He never could stay properly focused on just one thing. "But it couldn't hurt to check."

She knows she hasn't changed. How could she, when it's been only months here. She still has sweeps, or she would have. It would have been strange, in a way, to stay with him till his death, watching him age so rapidly compared to her own body. She probably would have followed him after death though. Life without him would always seem a little more hollow, a little more dull.

"It's still time. Just because it passes differently doesn't mean it is nothing." Four or five sweeps she didn't get to have with him. Four or five sweeps to move on, a thing she never got to even try.

"Solid? You sure?" Rubs his scruffy chin. "Pretty sure I could fall apart any moment now."

Dull? It was hard for him to think of life as dull, he's always been a burning hot spirit. And with his rebellion there wasn't that much time to dwell, only days after what happened with he and Mindfang he was out to command another siege. Bland wasn't possible with how many lives he was fighting for still.

"Yeah, feels like a hell of a lot to me- looks it too." A sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. "Only got so much wick to burn off, you know?"

"I'm sure." Her hand is light as she presses it against his free arm, flesh not metal. She can feel the warmth instantly, soaking in and she squeezes, for just a second before letting go. "See. You're still standing."

Life with him had been a new adventure, after many sweeps of waiting in boredom for a rumour. She hadn't returned to sea, not when she was still wanted, and to make too much of a fuss would end with her being dragged back to court, this time minus a crowd of lowbloods to control. It had been like old times, exciting enough to make her push the thought of death away.

For a second she looks weary, and then it's back to a mask. "If I could give you some of my years, I would. Mother knows what use I have for them anyway." But she can't. She can't give her life in anyway besides the way she already has. And that won't help. Best to talk of other things.

"...so have you been here long?" Whether she means the plaza or Vatheon itself is for him to decide.

He almost flinches as she reaches out, but stays his ground, watching her hand and feeling a tinge of sorrow well up when he feels how cool she is through the wrappings on his arm. He wishes she wouldn't have, but it's too late, and he just watches the hand draw away with a kind of odd longing in his eyes.

"Heh, as you've said so many times," a smile, though is grows weary as well, and he's thankful for the change of subject.

A hand raises to rub the back of his neck. "Yeah, a few months, and uh, a few months back too. It's a little confusing, actually, how time works here. Long enough to spread my wings anyway." He assumes the latter.

She wants to touch again, to step closer and wrap her arms around him and press her cheek to his chest. She wants to cling to him, feel his warmth soak into her, feel his hands work at the muscles of her shoulder, easing the ache of metal embedded into flesh. She wants what she had, and it kills her that she can't have it, especially when she recognises the longing in his eyes, all too similar to her own expression.

She never could properly hide herself from him.

"You left this place? Or did you mean something else?" Something to ponder. She wonders if he was still after her the last time. Another thought to ponder. "Have you aged here then?"

Edited (now with correct pronouns) 2013-02-05 22:06 (UTC)

Well that's mutual, that feeling of never being able to hide. He's learned it a few times. Here in Vatheon when he was younger, and again when he returned home, and a third time when he came back here. Hiding from those you love? It's a losing battle, and according to a hell of a lot of highbloods, Summoner should know inevitable loss. Granted, they also, can all just go suck it.

"One, yeah. I uh, was only gone from here a couple months, but for me back home it was about ten sweeps, heh- a good five sweeps before- well-" shrug. "'Us'."

"As for aging here, yeah, a little, it's hard to tell though, feels the same as anywhere else honestly." Feels like he's slowly dying little by little? Yep.

"So far beforehand... I barely knew you then." In her mind at least. The boy he was then was more then different to the man she had helped him become. The boy hadn't interested her as much as the man after all.

It was strange, in truth their relationship had been just a blink for her. And yet living it she had wished for every minute to drag, to have just a few seconds more. She had wanted time to slow, to have a life of a lowerspan just so it couldn't be considered so irrelevant.

And now she finds he's still aging, and while she may be too, she would outlive him easily. It's hard not to step forward and grab him, to try and claim as much as that time for herself again. And what can she say really, beyond, "I see."

The only other thing that comes to mind is apology for never telling him, never warning what was going to eventually happen. And before she can catch it her heart is beating her head and it comes out, soft enough to miss.

"I'm sorry... I never warned you, did I?"

Edited 2013-02-05 23:15 (UTC)

Hey now, he wasn't that young then, just starting his rebellion, had just grown his wings... He was still in a lot of ways- young. Nothing like he is now, still as effortlessly driven, but so different.

Aging- naw, he tries not to let himself think of it too much, even if it's difficult since he notices everytime he looks in the mirror. How highbloods keep their youth so long, it's definitely something to be envious of, but he's more concerned about dying first, with highbloods, he'd always age to death before they would. It's hardly fair, but he knows it's just as difficult for the highblood involved, even possibly worse.

"Warned me about-?" A pause, the corners of his eyes crinkling a bit as he looks down, brows low. "No- why would you? I would've never wanted you to tell me."

Young enough. But then again, most of the trolls she has been around were young to her. She's old enough that memories of her wigglerhood are very broken and mostly forgotten.

Her fingers curl and uncurl as he looks down at her, her only give even as she shrugs. "I know. It would have only made it harder. I could have told you earlier I suppose, but I wanted to see what we'd have and then I suppose I thought if I just kept it to me I could keep from doing it. We both know how that worked out."

She's detached from it as she speaks, and it's hard not to be. She had to time to accept it, as much as she plotted to fight it. And so it happened and that's that. Regrets were useless after all.

"I'm happy you didn't tell me at all, Spinneret, it was better that way..." A sigh, sliding a hand through his hair. And wouldn't that confuse things? Telling him something that he'll do in the future? Her silly sphere bullshit just made life a lot harder he felt like.

"Fate- it's... it works like it does for a reason I think. No changing it, most of the time..." His brows furrow. "But heh, I've always been pretty stubborn hey?" Trying to change his war's ending for one...

Lysunder's gaze wanders, watching people here and there as he stands. He's not sure what else to tell her, what he should tell her? He wants to look at her more but doesn't.

"Yes. You might have hesitated then, or done a poor job." She winces internally, knowing she's probably being the opposite of kind right now. Alas. "It was quick, in comparison. Small mercies, hmm?"

There were days she had regretted asking that question. Perhaps if she hadn't known she could have avoided him and death. Or perhaps she would have still found him and in turn the death would be more of a betrayal then it was. She's never really decided which she would prefer. "It's tricky, I admit. And often it's just easier to accept it, and enjoy what you have while you can." A small smile. "It's one of the traits I both love and detest about you."

Her own gaze follows his, Mindfang falling silent as she watches the crowd. For once words don't come so easy, her silver tongue turned to lead. It's difficult to deal with. This time she has none of the cards, and even the rules of the game have changed. So she waits for him to play his next hand.

"...Or tired not to at all. But it was to happen, so I guess I woulda fallen to it at some point." A breath, glancing down. "Don't regret it though, you know why it had to happen, Fang."

"Heh, well I don't have a lot of time do I? Gotta just bite it and go... Live on the fly, right?" A chuckle, furrowing his brows.

Not long passes before he nervous spits out some more words though, glancing back to her.

"Sorry I uh- I stopped talking to you-" Slides a hand up through his hair a few times. "You know how it is..." Face heats slightly. "Can't handle certain stuff."

"You would have done it. After my slip, it was me or the rebellion, and I always knew which one would come first. Pathetic and stubborn as you are." A faint smile, and a small nod. "I know. And it was prefered to living life alone till a natural death."

She is glad that out of anyone it was him. At least he had held her as she died, at least she could have his warmth as the world went dark and air became a pain to take in.

"I think you have enough. Enough to appreciate the world and yet still try and change it. It makes you certain to make each day important, and not let them pass in a blur of same old same old."

When he glances back down at her she takes it as a sign to move over, bumping her hip against him in a faint teasing move. She could have him flat on his back if she wanted, but there's no force behind it. "I know how you are. I lost track of the times you flew off on me whenever we tried to have a vaguely serious talk." Her hand drops down next to his but she doesn't take it, fingers just nervous curling in the air. She wants to, so bad, but that might make him do the same old thing. So instead she just sighs. "It's how you are. I learnt ways to deal with it, with time."

"Having faith in my rebellion does not make me pathetic." Said with an almost stern expression now. He knew she thought of him pathetic for his war, for what he fought for, he understands why, but- Mindfang finding it pathetic only means she still thought like those other highbloods, the ones that roared in laughter at his and the other's efforts. Summoner doubted, and still doubts, she'd ever have true faith in it sometimes.

"Yeah, bit of a problem," A small laugh, starting to move a bit now, though it's almost like pacing, nervous, just trying to move so he's not merely just- standing there. They may be in public but he's still rather nervous.

"Wings just made it easier for me too."

"And you pity me for things I wouldn't consider pathetic." She gives him own look back, stubborn as he can be. It's not that she thinks like them, it's more selfish. She wants him, all to herself, and only knowing that she was to die before him that eased it. And she knows in the end, he's only going to get his heartbroken and die.

She lets him shift away, a little upset that he was so quick to do so, but keeps an eye on him. If he tries to leave this time she's sure she could catch him, drag him back to earth quick enough to sit on him and stop that. So, trying to act casual she leans back, "It's a quirk. You're brave in many other ways, and like I said, I dealt."

"Even without them, you're a better climber then me, and running isn't such a hazard since your depth perception is fine. You would have gotten away."

"I guess..." Wouldn't find pathetic would you? Maybe not. How you dig your own holes, make them deeper, further yourself from everyone because you think loneliness and separation makes you more powerful. Like having no ties to people assures your longevity. Though- worded like that, guess you're right. It's still a sad way to live- though suppose she... she hadn't taken the paths she did, was more well liked, understood. What happened to her- to them- might never had happened. But then again. he'd probably not pity her as much if she wasn't so tragic.

"Brave in a lot of ways, took you a while to see that, but I got through to ya eventually." A smirk, still moving, though at a slow pace. He has to shift away, he knows he'll want to draw closer, knows she'll want the same, so he can't let that happen.

"Guess so, guess even now I still run from a lot, even with how bull headed I can be about things." A small sigh.

That's not pathetic it's really cool. And smart. Power is worth more in the end, and in the end, you really can only trust yourself. Had she not developed a strong will, had she remained a sweet girl that she had once been, so long ago she barely remembers it, she would have never survived. Not in Alternia. As much as she disliked her old teacher, and found him to be annoying, there were a few lessons he had taught her that she valued. After all they had helped make her who she was, confident and strong, compromise a foreign word.

"I like to think I helped with some of that courage. At least to build on what was naturally there." What. She has a big ego, it's needs stroking often.

"Yes I can see that." A pointed eyebrow raise as he continues to pace. "Do you think I'm going to bite?"

It could be cool if you didn't do it in such a drastic way. It just ends up being really unfortunate and sad. Only yourself. What a lonely existence, Mindfang. Again, it doesn't help his feelings though, only keeps him pitying her, as selfish and dumb as she can be. Summoner's never really thought that type of strength was cool. She might have been cool when he was younger, when he didn't know exactly how she worked, but once he knew the truth what he thought began to more towards something a lot less inspired.

"You did, when I was just a nymph. You know I owe you a lot." A small smile, rubbing at his nose ring a bit nervously as he continues to walk. He's pretty used to her need for ego boosting well- everything. It's funny, Mindfang thinking she prefers doing everything on her own, preferring to divide herself from others, and then she grows so happy in the company of those willing to brag for her.

"Eh heh-" He gives a wary smile. "More than most."

Psh. Though obviously in the end she had come to see it that way. There had been nothing stopping her from leaving him, besides her own stupid heart. And he was right, to continue on her life, with all the sweeps she still has left in the hourglass, would have been a lonely life. She doubts she would have been able to take another flushed lover, and she hadn't had a true black romance for sweeps despite her teasing claims that it was in fact a dragon. After she had to get rid of Redglare so soon after Dualscar she just hadn't found another to interest her enough to create a loathing. And a moirail was something she had always lacked. So it would have been so very lonely.

"I know." If he was more like Darkleer perhaps she'd be able to use that against him, like she does with the life debt the blueblood owes her. But really that would just be another form of manipulation and she... doesn't want that. She turns her head, a few earrings chiming as they click against each other and briefly studies the ground. "But you were a good student. That at least made it worth it."

A small eyeroll. "Have a little faith Lys. I can keep my base instincts under control, as much as many believe otherwise. Besides, I have no wish to see you fly away." Rather she wants him to do it, make the first move because then she knows she can do it, pull him back to her. "As much as I want it, I've never been one to force you, have I?"

Good thing too, even if it meant she... met with the end she did. But a life isn't great due to it's length, it's great for a lot of other reasons. And though things happened as they did, Summoner knows he's a better person because she was in his life, and he'd gladly shorten his life even more if it meant he could keep those memories.

As for the dragon kismesis, he said it then and he'd say it now- he could see it. Double lances and a wink.

"I was a great student, been a great a lot of stuff I think." A more confident smirk, flashing her some fangs. But the expression dies a little when she says that. He feels a clench in his chest, glancing away. Yeah, he knew she- wanted to, knows she hasn't actually forced him in sweeps, hadn't forced many in sweeps, every since he went off on her for it.

Hearing her say it makes it difficult to push from his mind though, and Lysunder merely grows silent, wings tightening in their closed position behind him.

It was a kinder end, in it's own way. For her at least. Though she would have given her longevity to live with him till his own end. But she knows the story of the Disciple, how the troll was driven mad in her exile without her own love. She wouldn't want that to happen to her, even if she always did walk the tip of the knife concerning sanity.

As much fun as it is to stab the stupid thing's mouth after another attempt to eat her, no thanks. Dragon breath was gross.

"You were.... Definitely one for the history books, if everything wasn't so heavily censored. Perhaps one for the cave walls." The side of her own mouth curls up in a little smile, a true smile and not a smirk. It's rare, and it disappears just as quick. She doesn't need to step into his mind to take a guess at what's going through it right now.

Hesitantly she clears her throat, not meeting his eyes as she speaks. "To be truthful, it was instinct the last time I did it. I had gotten lax I suppose, and fell back into an old habit when under stress. That doesn't excuse it, I'm aware. I just... nevermind." Felt he should know? How would that help, really. She almost regrets saying that much.

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