23 ♐ Rendezvous

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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.

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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.