23 ♐ Rendezvous

[aim_exorable]

Who: Darkleer and Summoner
When: After this
Where: The island
Style: man idk
Status: Closed

If the lighthouse still existed, then Darkleer would know where to meet up with him. It was the spot of so many of their other meetings, after all. It only felt right. Still, now there's nothing much left but rubble. He understands the reason why, he really does, it's just... He wish it hadn't had to happen.

Ah well. Things do.

Still, he goes to sit at the remnants anyway, and stares up at the night sky. There's a lot to think about. The future is getting closer all the time, and this time it doesn't bring any kind of good news.

Comments

[rebull]

"Ain't that how it works? You just kinda do it- heh, and besides-" Leans in, making that light brush of lips a kiss that still lingers with him when he pulls away again, bracing their foreheads together.

"Since when have I ever been someone to take orders, eh?"

[aim_exorable]

"I imagine you haven't been the type since the night you hatched." His own mouth still tingles from the warmth of the kiss. Darkleer nearly thinks about asking for another. "I'd be amazed if you listened to your lusus."

[rebull]

"Hey now-" Laughs, tugging at Darkleer's hair a little playfully. It still feels cold sliding between his fingers, and soothes him to touch it. He continues to brush through strands idly as he speaks.

"I listened- when he uh, ya know, actually said anything, er wanted me to do anything. Heh, he wasn't the most commanding of types, guess his size always did it for him, ya know?" Eyelids lower.

"Like yours tends to. Being big and beautiful just has it's merits."

[aim_exorable]

Each rake of fingers could nearly put him to sleep, Darkleer's eyes fluttering a bit as he breathes in deep and slow. The fact that those fingers burn like starfire just makes the sensation all the better.

"My, I certainly hope you like me in a much different way than how you liked your lusus." He bares just a sliver of his teeth in a tentative smile.

[rebull]

"Ah- well- yeah I mean." Why, wouldn't he, don't imply shit, Darkleer, sheesh. Though Summoner's reply's a little awkward at such a comment. A brow raises, a nervous smile that seems to favor one side of his face more than the other.

[aim_exorable]

It always feels like such a little victory when he can get Summoner all awkward and nervous instead of the other way around. Darkleer nuzzles down along Summoner's jaw, nostrils flaring in a soft chuff.

"Teasing, my love."

[rebull]

A quick breath huffs through him, mostly through his nostrils, only a huff a bull could make, and he butts his forehead against Darkleer's head.

"Yeah yeah- when aren't either of us?" Said with a nervous chuckle as he shoves at him a little, like either the head butt or shove had any sort of effect on the statue of troll he was currently resting his prat on.

There's another slight laugh before a sigh, and he's thinking, and he's wishing he wasn't thinking. Living by instinct and impulse was so much easier but when it came down to it- he wasn't really an impulsive person. Such a word could be given to a few unnamed higher blood trolls, but not him. So he's thinking, and feeling his gut churn again and he hates it, that sick feeling. So instead Lysunder clings to his matesprit and sighs again, something more distraught before he's shaking his head.

"You lot, you drive those around you crazy, you know that?" You lot, 'you lot', could mean plenty really.