vatheon | Have a Heart Poker

Maybe so, but sometimes things are better left unsolved, perhaps. In another time where he has so much more to attend to, Summoner's left smaller issues untouched while tending to other things that were desperately needing his attention more. But here he couldn't use any excuses like that. He could say he had other things to do. Something like this was extremely important because he's never actually... Tried this before, made this step. He never had to worry about getting pails filled, never got quadrants for it, it was a little silly when you could just get the sex without all the emotional hassle.

Maybe Darkleer wasn't the best person to do this with first...

He had watched Dural fly when he first felt the hand on his face, and when he did his eyes shot back to Darkleer and frantically zipped around his face. He looked at every feature with an extremely terrified expression on his own visage, occasionally just looking away all together without actually moving his head.

"I think trolls are held w- w. Held at a different standard depending on their blood, or experiences." His mind shifts to the Demoness for a moment, eyes looking away, the cool touch of Darkleer's hand is rather comforting now that he gives it mind.

"Sometimes we, we cannot control what it is we will do or have done, and I know that I will," a breath. "Take many other lives I would prefer not to," Lysunder purses his lips and lifts his head to look directly up to Darkleer, expression less scared, more worried, but has some determination in it.

He manages a small smile and slight laugh before reluctant putting up a hand. He curls his fingers in for a moment, stopping, before finally placing his hand on the outside of of the larger one in the side of his face.

"You- You might suck a bit, but we all kind of do, don't we?"

"Quite." Darkleer tries to smile as well, but it's awkward and small on his face, not quite right. It's gone quick enough. His nervousness shows all too clearly. "That would be the first bit of wisdom I have heard from you in quite some time."

The palm against his face is both familiar and completely foreign, in gesture and feel respectively. Darkleer almost doesn't know what to do with a touch so warm. It makes his breath quicken. Swallowing, he finally decides on his course of action.

"If you can trust me... I would be yours."

"Neh- Er..." Swallow. He tries to keep his smile but the need to shrink back and just abscond is very strong.

Can really do that now. That would probably be one of the most asinine things he could possibly do. Instead he moves his hand to Darkleer's wrist and grips there, thumb sliding against the skin as he looks down slowly. His smile manages to come back, just a bit, and he nods. He could come back with something really romantic, charming, anything. If this was any other moment, with another person, nothing so deep, maybe he could manage that confident persona he knows he plays so well. But-

"Okay," is all he really can manage, feeling so much smaller in this moment, not sure if the vulnerability coursing through him is normal, not sure if he should be terrified still, or if that's just him. Not sure about a heck of a lot because what is he even doing right now. But that small smile, though weary and short, was something he had enjoyed seeing on the other's face. A deep breath.

He closes his eyes and pushes his face into the hand a little more.

"All right..."

That hand suddenly on his wrist had, almost illogically, terrified him. Darkleer isn't quite sure why- perhaps it had been a fear of being pushed away again, of being branded the coward once more and being told to go. But he doesn't push him away. He holds on, and agrees. He agrees. Darkleer's gives a sudden, harsh shiver and then just... relaxes. This is not proper, this is not what a highblood is supposed to do: fraternize with a lowblood, a rebel, want to be trusted by him... It's just a bit frightening for him as well, but for the wrong reasons, at least wrong by Alternian standards.

Relaxing, shoulders slumping, he subconsciously leans in towards the other and lets his eyes slide shut in exhaustion. Their foreheads almost touch. "Thank you." Nothing more than breathed out words, easy to miss even with this closeness. Shakily, awkwardly, he strokes his finger along Summoner's cheekbone, beneath his eye.

The hand to his wrist was more to cement himself there. Part of him still wanted to fly away, wings just waiting to open and swoop him upwards. But he linked to his wrist, forcing himself to stay there. It was kind of unreal, the whole situation, and that small part of him that still despised Darkleer for what he had done still speaks to him, but it's so quiet now. He knows Signless's views on this situation, the prophet did well to make his opinion known. Lysunder's former self would call him mad probably, heh, he'd probably flip himself off as well. But thinking about it, he rebellion wasn't something to separate them. Nor was it just to push away the highbloods entirely. It was about having an even ground.

He had to remember that.

With Darkleer coming closer Summoner has to force himself to watch, even if he still wants to look away and just breathe. Okay, this isn't- is, is happening. It is. He moves his hands away, only to slowly put them up again, slow, hesitating, before finally dragging them into Darkleer's hair and shuddering softly as he breathes in. Just as he thought it would feel, man, he's wanted to do that for a while now.

Lysunder strings his arms around Darkleer's neck, hands locking behind his head. Their foreheads are touching now if they weren't before and finally he opens his eyes again, but still looks down.

"I don't know if 'thank you' is really appropriate, uh, here, in this situation..."

Oh. Oh. Darkleer makes a small little gasping noise in the back of his throat as he feels those fingers in his hair. His own care of it is one thing, and Dural's fussing is another, but it is a pleasant surprise to have another's fingers stroking through his hair. Flushing blue at his own reaction, he has his eyes look away as well and clears his throat.

"Well... It is for me." To have someone trust him... It's still precious for him after everything. Slowly, he lets his hands lower and presses them against the tree he has Summoner backed up against, his wrists brushing against his hips. "You know, you... don't have to rush yourself. We can just continue on... As we were. Talking. Nothing explicitly romantic."

It's important, he feels, to have this put out there for the orangeblood. This is his first time, his first honest romance, and he's getting flustered and worked up by this confession. Not that he is any better, really...

Edited 2012-02-21 19:16 (UTC)

A soft hum leaves him, fingers still twiddling with strands of hair and he keeps his arms linked around him. He's not being too forward right now, he's pretty sure. He... thinks, why does he suddenly not know how to deal with people? A breath before a nervous laugh, and he rubs their noses together before pulling his head back just slightly, but still keeping his arms linked.

"You- you know, saying that, kind of just leaves it open for me to say something horrible, ...right?" Another short laugh, closing his eyes. Something about how there's no way he could be rushed, or, if he wanted too, he'd rush Darkleer to the ground right quick. But he doesn't say anything more, just stays close, away of the other's hand on the tree behind him, and of the flush to his cheeks, his own just as orange.

"Ah, what a change to your behavior that would be." The laughter is a familiarity and a welcome one at that. It's easy to slip back to... what was before when Summoner is like this. When he's not a stuttering nervous wreck, so full of vulnerability that Darkleer can't help but pity him, want him. "Consider me shocked and scandalized, Summoner."

Something occurs to him, then. Quite a few things occur to him, as a matter of fact, but it might be a bit too much of a rush. Best to stick to the... more mild one. Still flushed after that nose rub, he leans in again and brushes his lips against those burning cheeks. His heart is nearly hurting from how hard it's beating. "May I... have a small token of yours?"

"I'll consider you a few things once we get off these training wheels." A nervous laugh before breathing deep, feeling lips against his cheek, a breath there. Having him so close like this, wanting to be close, not something initiated with sorrow or the effects of alcohol, and knowing that it's not just something that will be for a single night. All of that is fucking terrifying. But... in part he likes how it feels, especially how fast his heart is going, how it just keeps getting caught in his throat.

Then he stops, hearing the next bit. A quirk of a brow before leans back a little, thinking.

"I'm... I don't really have uh, a lot." He has a lot of lances... and clothing, that sort of thing, but nothing really precious that he could give him. Summoner was a man of few things, he never wanted much as far as physical items were concerned.

A soft hum before he opens his sylladex and closes his hand around a small item. Summoner pauses before handing it to him, the insignia badge he received when he became General. Something that, he may no longer need, but it marks something important in his life. Was that what Darkleer had meant? He doesn't really mind parting from it.

"Would... uh, would this work?"

A Cavalreaper's badge... With a different kind of gentleness than he's normally used before, Darkleer wraps his hands around Summoner's and takes the badge from him. "Yes. It is perfect, thank you." Small but significant.. It really is perfect.

Finally stepping away and feeling almost shy, he makes a move as if to tuck away the badge in his sylladex for later before pausing. Bashfully, he glances back up at Summoner. If they really are going to try something like this, then the other deserves to know about this.

"It's... just a part of a small tradition we have in the Archeradicators. Keeping mementos."

The smile in response to Darkleer's words would be the smile a puppy would give it's owner, "I did good right?" kind of expression, eyes a bit wide and corners of his mouth up turned. He doesn't mentally question why Darkleer asked for something, Summoner wouldn't have known if it was a matesprits thing or something Archeradicators did. But he does wonder about it after Darkleer brings it up, standing back himself with his hands at his hips.

"I don't really need y-you to explain, uh, why. But that's interesting. I never really learned anything about that stuff when I was still in the ranks. Got my uniform, badge, then the wings came in and I kinda just flew the coop." A nervous laugh and a half shrug as he looks away.

"As for possessions, sorry I didn't um... anything more precious. I don't really have a lot to begin with?" Most of his love was poured into the beasts he had follow him through all his sweeps, and he very well couldn't give Darkleer one of them. Even if he had the mind to, none of them were here, not even Tripps. Summoner glances up to Darkleer with a small smile again.

"Why?" Pause. "I uh, I mean why do you keep, um, mementos, is what I meant to have said."

"It is not something we generally tell others who are among the ranks of others," is the reply, said so very simply. Staring down at the badge, Darkleer ghosts his thumb across its surface, not quite touching. It's a very fond touch, in all honesty.

Why keep them... Darkleer doesn't answer that right away. Instead, he moves on to a different tree, sinking down onto crossed legs with his back against the wood. He's still studying the badge, in no apparent rush.

"When I was still being taught," he finally says quietly, "my teacher told me that an Archeradicator could rely on no one quite like they could rely on one of their own. We were to be a united group. If one attempted to harm one of our own, they had to go against the rest as well. Whatever squabbles we had amongst ourselves was irrelevant. There was still the fact that we were expected to sacrifice our lives for one another, if need be."

A deep sigh and a shake of his head. "Alternia... is not an easy place to survive in, let alone live. We needed to rely on one another. For the dedication given to me, it is only proper to honor them in my memories."

"But some, like myself, also wish to honor those who would bless me with their company and intimacy."

There's a pause and the sound of wings flapping as Dural reappears, settling onto his shoulder heavily. He looks up to her, and strokes her chest with the back of his fingers.

"...And I like to remember that there were others in my life. I do not want to forget them, and a physical reminder helps with this."

"That makes sense. I never was really, uh, a part of anything, I mean. I was a part of the cavalreapers, but we didn't act so close, it was much more of a respectful competition. Since a majority of our training was, uh, well, well against eachother. jousts and what not." He scratches the back of his head, not following Darkleer, staying where he is. Still nervous, still unsure about how to really act around him right now.

"I think I, uh, never really learned the value of close ties through my time spent under cavalreaper law, most of that I learned due to my commune ability." His mind wanders a bit and his expression seem to get a great deal calmer as he looks away, closing his eyes.

"I think my time on Alternia was easy compared to most. Beasts don't necessarily share the same rankings that trolls do, maybe their influence helped me gain such a mindset, though bull headed as I uh, tend to be sometimes, heh." A small nod to Dural as she accompanies them again, looking to Darkleer now, still standing himself and leaning against the tree behind him, hands against the small of his back.

"Oh... Well, I think, that reason alone is a good one. Just wanting to have items as memories. Though, uh, I'm pretty partial to the ones in my head, heh."

"It is fortunate for you, then." Darkleer gives a weak smile towards Summoner. For once, he keeps his tact in place and doesn't mention that he needs to keeps such things because if not for them, with his long life... He would no doubt forget the people who have been in his life.

"So... I see your SOS was not too serious if you were able to come here." Deciding to slip to another topic, he decides on that one. "Should I ask what happened that would make you send such a thing out?"

That is something lowbloods will never really have to deal with, forgetting such things. Summoner has yet to realize that for himself, but for now he'll just take that smile and return one of his own.

"Oh." The orange flush is back. He opens a hand and takes his triforce earrings out, putting either of them on. His horns shrink to their smaller size and he shrugs slightly, letting out a nervous laugh as he points to either ear.

"I uh, forgot these and I kinda... Got. Stuck." Pause.

"Er, you know."

"Stuck."

Just that simple word as Darkleer stares over at him, an eyebrow quirked. Then he raises his hand to cough into it... although maybe the way his eyes crinkle a bit at the corners hints that a cough is the least of his worries.

"I see."

Yeah, covering his face with his hands now.

"Ugh."

Edited 2012-02-22 00:54 (UTC)

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