vatheon | 4 ♐ The Subtle Grace of Gravity

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1 AM CERTA1N.

D --> Alright
D --> I'll send Dural ahead to let you know when I'm close

[Nnnnehh.]

[Breaths.]

oKAY.

[It takes a little while for Darkleer to make it to the forest; knowing who is in Vatheon now, he wants to make sure he doesn't leave a single trace of his path. He can't afford to put Summoner in any more danger than the rebel will already try and draw to himself.]

[Eventually, there's a rustle of leaves as Dural lands on a nearby branch around the camp. She looks down at Summoner and coos out a greeting before looking around the area. Even the lusus isn't taking the time to try and chat, or just preen; she knows this kind of feel in the air and why Darkleer would be so careful.]

[A few minutes later, and Darkleer purposefully snaps on a branch with his foot to let his presence be known before he moves into the clearing. Summoner may notice he's not wearing his usual elaborate glasses anymore. The ones he has now are more similar to the plain, nondescript ones of his descendent.]

[He hadn't really been doing that much before. Sewing mostly, his wing size has been adjusting considerably lately so he's had to tailor a few shirts. He's still got the tape around his fingers when he leaves the treehouse to wait for Dural and her gives a small nod in her direction, keeping as silent as she.]

[Summoner's a heck of a lot less stressed compared to a lot of the others. He doesn't fear the Grand Highblood at all, and the children will do well to abscond to the island. Lysunder is certainly not one to constantly dwell on negative what ifs. What he is a little stressed out about is this meeting, it might be noticeable in how he holds himself, a little more fidgety than what's normal for him. He keeps raising a hand to move and adjust the ring through the septum of his nose. It's been a few days so it's fine really, but while he's this nervous it just keeps itching. The pressure's making it a 'thing' instead of an object he can just ignore.]

[A harsh breath to the sound of the stick breaking, wings opening a little as he turns. The long breath out is audible when he sees Darkleer and he loosens a little, managing a small smile as his hands find comfort in the dark hiding places better known as the pockets of hi pants.]

Got here all right-?

Well enough. I-

[A pause. He was making a move to sit by the fire as well, but he's just now seen the new addition to Summoner's appearance. Quirking up an eyebrow, he reaches up and lightly taps the side of his nose.]

You got a piercing?

[Lysunder watches him move to the camp fire and doesn't say anything, waiting for him to sit before he himself sets over and sits next to him.]

Yep. Number seven. Ears were getting a bit crowded and I wanted to get something done when I tagged Tavros's ears. [Smile.]

Besides, [Eyes drift to look at the fire pit.] I tend to get piercings to make things, like events, uh, and that. Instead of flesh prints like the others did back home.

[It's a pleasant to surprise for Summoner to come close to him, considering their conversations over the SFC. He'd been worried, for a while, admittedly. He gives him a small, barely noticeable smile before looking back to the fire pit as well.]

I admit it suits you.

[Reaching up, he rests his fingertips against his jawline, right beneath his own ears.]

I have a few holes as well, but... I rarely wear the jewelery for them. I'd look foolish.

[It was easy right now, the topic was light, and he never had a problem sitting near him before. Summoner just does his best to not think about certain things, working to calm himself down because he sure was thinking about them earlier.]

I seem to just grow additions, made sense to keep adding bells and whistles. [A laugh. How large his horns are, those wings? Seemed like he was just made to be rather 'loud'.]

I haven't seen it yet, so uh, I couldn't tell you. But I really don't think you need anything extra. [Smile.]

It'd just take away.

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[A low chuckle.]

Well, I suppose I feel flattered at hearing that. But still. It's as I said.

[He wants to reach over and touch him, even if it's a simple brush of his hand against his. But Darkleer can remember his reactions over the SFC and when they first confessed to one another, so while his fingers twitch, he just keeps it between them.]

[He'll let Lysunder make the first moves for now. Let him get used to this.]

It suits you perfectly.

Heh, I'd like to think so. Bullthazar has one. Kind of what made me think of it.

[You might be waiting a bit then. Even if he'd like to, it's a lot tougher when it feels like something is at stake. Though his eyes are half lidded when he glances over again, dragging up slowly and stopping at Darkleer's lips.]

You know- [He arches forward slightly, shoulders hunching and wings flickering.] You didn't have to come out here. There's, uh, kinda a lot happening right now. This is probably just a w-w. [Teeth clench.] Waste of your time.

The fact that I have time to waste is something I shouldn't take for granted. I have already sent any who would listen to me up to the surface, and I doubt, with the things that will happen in the future, that I will be able to spend so much with them as casually as I have these past months.

Even without that, knowing the fickle nature of this place, I should spend as much time as I can with those who I hold close to my heart.

[Sighing, Darkleer looks up and catches Dural's attention. With a low whistle, he calls her to his shoulder. Her heavy frame is a welcome on and he lets her nuzzle his horns.]

The same could be held true in Alternia. Someone can be taken away, and it's only then does one realize what little time they spent with them. While I still have this time... I should use it

Besides.

[Looking back to Summoner, he smiles tiredly.]

It isn't a waste if it's with you.

[A glance to Dural as she nears, and he has to admit her presence is nice, perhaps it's because she's a lusus, another reminder of home. A nod, to her before he looks away again and shuffles his wings to a more comfortable position behind him.]

Ehhh- [Puts his palms to the seat on either side of him, shifting his weight on them as he leans back.]

I uh, guess you have a point. Better to get time in with those who matter. Never really know how long it will be, or, uh, how short. [A pause, glancing back just as Darkleer looks to him. He can't tell they're catching eyes though, instead he just sees black shades.]

Ah.. ha... ah huh. [Probably the most awkward tone of voice possible, and there might have even been a crack in it. The entire thing accompanying a slight orange dusting to his face.]

[At least with these pair, it's just a little easier to see past them, the faintest signs of eyes amidst all that black. And yes, they're completely focused on Summoner's face. It... does something strange and familiar to Darkleer's heart, to know that he can bring this reaction out of someone.]

[After... everything, he didn't think it would ever happen again. Caring for the children is different. It's not like a quadrant.]

[Very subtly, he adjusts his hand until it's right next to Summoner's to the point that if either of the move, they'll brush against one another.]

Quite.

[And because he's jumpy as hell already, his fingers curl in and away from Darkleer's, because wow is he a fucking idiot. This is all really new and the feeling he has in his chest isn't something he's ever had to really deal with before. It's kind of like suffocating. Really warm, fluffy suffocating. 'Not sure if want' is a good way to explain it as well, but he forces himself to swallow. It pushes his throat to actually feel something besides that constant constricting pressure that chops his words up like a Friday the 13th special.]

[Though, he realizes how curling his hand away could look and he pushes himself to change that. Softly his hand opens up and he glances to the side, not turning his head to face him. Lysunder snags sight of Darkleer's mouth again as his fingers slowly slide over the other troll's larger hand. The digits curl as he brushes them up the skin there, and soon very slowly trailing up Darkleer's wrist. Finally,-- as if by some act of the love god herself, as frustrated at this situation as inner Lysunder is-- he turns to face him just a bit. Though his chin is still dipped near his chest, head tilted down, it's at least something. Eyes jerk up to what of Darkleer's he can see, looking with a mixed expression of apprehension and curiosity.]

[Sorry Dural, he's forgotten you're there, Lysunder's pretty good at not paying attention to animals in moments like this. Not like his entire camp back home wasn't always filled with them.]

[He's not going to lie to himself. He expected that.]

[As he gets used to the feeling of empty air by his hand, Darkleer just takes a small breath and thinks to himself. He can't rush these things, even a little bit. Besides, isn't there a saying that the wait makes the reward that much sweeter, or some such thing? And he was being honest when he said that just speaking with him was enough-]

[Oh that certainly is a hand on his.]

[Blinking back into proper awareness, Darkleer watches those fingers go up his hand, to his wrist, and finds himself holding his own breath. As Lysunder turns to face him, he tilts his head back up to stare back at him. Swallowing, he tries to keep his small, tentative smile in place, wanting to encourage him. Just a little, he leans forward without realizing it. He just wants to be close to someone, especially with them allowing him such a thing.]

[Meanwhile, in theatre Lysunder, he's kind of just going through every possible way to go about this, uh, whatever this is. He's not completely sure yet. But his hand keeps sliding the backs of his knuckles against Darkleer's wrist, then up his arm, soon the inside of his curled hand is sliding over a shoulder and then up into black hair. It's all rather drawn out, but the whole time he's thinking, well, up until hair hits his skin.]

[A deep breath, lifting his head a bit more. He notices how Darkleer leaned in, and he bites his lip as he mirrors this, hand opening and preoccupying itself with locks twining around it's fingers.]

[He feels like he should maybe say something, but his mouth is dry, lips parted. The Summoner's pretty sure any attempt at speech right now would end in a crash landing, so he keeps quite. His hand slowly moves to grind claws against the lower back of the other's head. That's where he stops, taking a breath in, completely aware of how it shudders when it leaves him.]

...Ah, fuck it.

[Said under his breath with a bit of a snort before turning and pushing forward fast to press their lips together. Yeah, thinking. Turns out that only makes it worse. Better just to grab and yank those reins.]

[Lysunder had him the second his fingers slid through his hair, leaving Darkleer trying not to shiver even as he leaned in closer. It feels wonderful, and he's hardly in any position to even complain about the other troll's cursing when suddenly-]

[And he thoughts Lysunder's fingers were warm.]

[They're nothing compared to his lips, and Darkleer's eyes slide shut without another thought just so he can feel a little more, put all his concentration onto how this feels. This is nothing like the cold wetness he felt from kissing Dualscar. It's the exact opposite, and he couldn't be more thankful.]

[Humming deep in his throat, he presses closer and raises his other hand to lay it on Lysunder's hip. The warmth of him, and the warmth of the fire... It's far too lovely.]

[On his shoulder, Dural just makes the very softest of extended cooing and looks extremely smug for an animal with a beak.]

[Darkleer's shiver makes his hand clench around the long hair tighter and Summoner loves the way it feels, stinging as it wraps and snags around his fingers. He's always loved long hair, and the few times he's gotten to touch Darkleer's it... it always made him want to more, and finally he can just feel it. Summoner's other hand moves up to Darkleer's cheek, cupping it with his fingers spread, tight, both hands pulling Darkleer into the kiss hard as he pushes his own head forward, movements ravenous.]

[First thing he notes, Darkleer, while still a rigid tight ass, isn't some hack. When he kisses him, it's, hell, he can't really describe it. Experience sure, but maybe it was something else. Was this what it was like to kiss someone you really felt something for? The other's lips are cool and maybe he's just... been wanting it for too long without getting it, but he can't help how eager he is.]

Flying to my speed now, got game, kid?

[Snickers, his snarky tone is back, but it's a little less cocky with how much his breathing is rasping right now. Lysuner smirks, pulling back only to swing a leg around him, knees bent on either side of the other troll, sitting down on his lap with his wings smoothing behind him. He drags a gaze up to Dural, nostrils flaring and jerks his head up just slightly, nodding his chin in her direction before going sliding his hands forward around Darkleer's neck and into his hair again.]

Mmn, chatty...

[Darkleer barely notices Dural's off and subsequent take off, flapping away to disappear into the canopy. He's far too interested in Summoner's weight suddenly shifting to his lap. Keeping his hand right where it is, he leans back and stares p at him through half-lidded eyes. Each shift of fingers in his hair makes him sigh and lean into the touch. He adores the heat in Summoner's fingertips, and the calluses there from wielding a lance. It's a rough but soft touch, familiar in that manner, and it soothes his insecurities.]

Always too chatty... Enough to drive a troll mad.

[But there's still that hesitant, awkward smile on his face as he tentatively tries teasing the other troll in return, not sure if he's doing it right still. His hand slips further around Summoner's hip until it's settled on his lower back. Gently, he begins to rub there, mussing the folds of his shirt and the zipper trail there. Only occasionally does his finger dip a little lower, enough to hint but never going further than that.]

At least you're gracing me with it instead of tormenting certain other bluebloods with your wretched teasing.

[Yeah, he saw you messing with his kid, Summoner, but you get a free pass... for now.]

Uh, really, would you expect any different from me?

[A grin, craning his neck forward and touching their foreheads as he smiles. Chatty? Come on, Darkleer should know that already. Even if they haven't done anything like this-- thank the Alternia moons they are now-- Darkleer should have been able to guess Summoner would be a bit talkative during.]

But at least I drove you mad enough to be here right now. [A small nervous laugh, tightening his legs around him and scooting forward on his lap.] Think I would love to tell the Tink I met when I first got here that he'd be saliva swapping with that perverted rebel lowblood he just had to talk to everytime he saw that alluring orange text.

[Another laugh, this time a little more confident, hands moving up through his hair until they reach his horns and he presses and rubs his thumbs around the bases lightly.]

Think you'd, or rather, he'd believe me? [Though he stops his hands for a moment, frowning.]

Hey, I was just talking to the kid, hardly tormenting. Besides, I might end up seeing him more now? Uh, despite the whole, clown business, but still. Should I try to get along with him as much as possible?

Uh... granted. [Glance to the side.] He doesn't seem to be taking to well to me. Thinks I'm bothering you too much and stuff...

[A snort- of course he hadn't expected anything particularly different when it came to Lysunder. However, as they were, it hadn't particularly seemed worth the effort to make the conversation extraordinarily original. Not to mention it can be occasionally difficult to think of proper speech where there is his matesprit on his lap. You know. On account of certain reasons.]

[It's especially hard to contribute meaningfully to this conversation when there are fingers around the base of his horns. Even just a bit of rubbing makes his breath catch and it takes him a brief second to find his voice.]

I'd call you an arrogant, delusional fool, no doubt, and be quite annoyed for the rest of the day...

[As he becomes just a bit more shy at the idea of Equius, Darkleer sighs softly and in a pleasant way. Nudging his head closer and tilting it to the side, he begins to speak along Summoner's jawline.]

Well... Until not too long ago, you were incredibly vexing and caused me no small amount of stress... But things have changed.

Besides, if you can somehow, against all reason, get me to feel this way towards you... I'm sure you will endear Equius towards you.

[Speaking of Equius, Darkleer is reminded of something. Closing his eyes, he begins to murmur down against Summoner's jawline and towards his throat- a peculiar kind of kissing, in a way.]

O my luve's like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

[A fleeting kiss to his earlobe.]

As fair art thou, my bonnie lad,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my Dear,
Till a'the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o'life shall run.

[Another to the pulse in his throat.]

And fare thee weel my only Luve
And fare thee weel a while
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
So, little, youthful soldier come
Into my ample, feverish heart
For heaven and earth and sea and sky
Do melt as love hath melt my heart.

[One last one, to the area between neck and shoulder.]

[Proper speech? Summoner's getting back into managing that by now. As had been said earlier, once they started to move into the groove of things Lysunder began calming down, began to start getting back that charm and grace. A sly smirk when Darkleer pauses, he can hear that catch in his throat once his fingers touch his horns, and Summoner leans in slightly, shoulders shrugged forward, lips parted. He doesn't press his fingers again though, not yet. He has to wait and let Darkleer response to him at least.]

The whole rest of the day? Grudge much? [Snickers smiling as Darkleer leans his head closer. Summoner looks down, as if trying to see Darkleer's lips move as he speaks, but it's a bit difficult from this angle.]

I hope he does. The kid reminds me a lot of you, you know. He-

[He starts but then he stops, eyebrows curving, lips tight and set on his face. He listens to the words coming out of Darkleer's mouth and immediately begins to start tensing up. His eyes widen, hands pulling back, elbows squished to his sides.]

[Poetry? Is he... reciting poetry right now!? Why is he... uh.]

Y-you're- [A hitch, feeling the kiss at his ear and he slightly curls away, dipping his chin near his chest and closing his eyes. Oh god, why is he reciting poetry right now? How is he supposed to even react to that, that's so embarrassing.]

Ngh... nnn.

[A whine as the next kiss hits his neck and his face flares up orange, hand's curled in his lap and gripping the lower hem of his shirt tightly. He really doesn't know how to react to this lovey poetry right now. And when he was just starting to get a bit of confidence back in this particular situation. The poetry wasn't bad though, and he definitely couldn't say he didn't like it. But it was just so... Sickening romantic and the way Darkleer kissed about his neck as he spoke, it was tender and caring and he. Has no. Idea how to reply. So instead he just kind of clams up, face warm, eyebrows concerned.]

W-Wha... What are y-you doing!?

[If he were feeling a bit more unkind, Darkleer could almost laugh at the way Summoner fidgets in his lap. He's so young and inexperienced, unsure of what to do. Yes, Darkleer has seen quite a few 'nymphs' experience romance for the first time. He was one himself. But Lysunder makes him realize just how endearing all the little quirks and responses are... or maybe it's just himself that makes it so endearing. The way he bows his head as if that would do anything with how close they are, the way he kneads at his own shirt and pants...]

[Darkleer keeps his face right where it is and hums in contentment.]

I would think it was obvious.

But, it, ...Damnit.

[He clenches his fangs, huffing with an agitated sound leaving his throat. He can't even remember what he was doing, where he had been going before. Now those words just keep sounding out in his mind and it just keeps embarrassing him to think Darkleer actually just... said all that to him. And not in some kind of, wooing false way, but in a legitimate and intimate way and ugh, ugh.]

[Summoner slouches, digging his face into the side of Darkleer's neck, at the space turning into his shoulder, his back arched forward.]

W-why would you... You even say all that.

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UGH UGH UGH /FLAIL TYPES

EHEHEHEHEHEHE

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