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Who: Vriska Serket and Summoner.
Where: Summoner's crib.
When: Sometime after Vriska talks to Mindfang for the first time.
Style: Action?
Status: On-going.

[So after her little chat with Mindfang, Vriska felt even worse than before. In some attempt to save herself from a possibly unfortunate meeting with her ancestor she got the bright idea that maybe she shouldn't be completely alone.

It wasn't that she was afraid... only that she was being smart! Yes.

In no way did her fever have any sort of hand in her next plan of action- that being her trying to find Lysunder, of course. Eventually, after scouring through a few of the past logs on the network she found his hive. It looked just like she thought it would.

After climbing up into the treehouse her findings further proved her right in believing this was his hive. The clothes and giant entryways and windows helped this. Mindfang wouldn't follow her here, would she? As she puttered around the living room she flopped on the couch, suddenly overcome with fatigue.

... And then, without even meaning to, she conked out.]

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[Someone else is a bit overcome with fatigue, but for entirely different reasons. For one, his wounds are still healing so he's just generally tired, flying taking more out of him lately with the hinge damaged. And two, Mindfang. He was having a really hard time getting her out of his head. It was easier when she wasn't here, when he could have the image of her from back on Alternia. But now with her here, and young, and so different... there was no way he could stop thinking about her. Even if he tried to ignore her, he'd still see her on the network here and there.]

[A sigh as he moves into the treehouse, his triforce earrings in so his horns are a lot smaller. Foot to window sill before he hops in, his eyes slimming. There's a small figure on his couch... and it's-]

Vriska...

[Said with a rather exasperated sigh as he steps in closer, his voice quiet. Summoner can tell from her posture and breathing that she's sleeping, even without seeing her face. Dangit girl, you were supposed to go to the island... A sad look, staring at her for a long moment before finally turning and sitting down on the couch near her back. He breathes in deep, arching forward, elbows on his knees, wings laying over the couch and avoiding the small troll the best they can.]

Why did you have to come here...

[Said under his breath.]

[Just... a reminder.]

[She just looks like her...]

[She stirs slightly at his presence on the couch, but nothing more. At least not yet. There's fairy dust spread everywhere, over the couch and floors and every time she coughs in her sleep more falls from her wings.]

[He says nothing, leaning his head into his hands, elbows bent on his knees. He wants to be in the same room as her, but doesn't want to look at her, but he does want to look at her... A shake of his head, hands holding his mouth and chin as he stares with a pensive expression.]

...Vriska?

[A smaller voice, loud enough for her to hear but not enough to startle her awake if she's still sleeping.]

[She stirs more at this, face twisting into a frown before she suddenly sits up, still obviously more asleep than awake before

Slumping back down on the couch, this time setting her head on the armrest.

And now we are back to square one.]

[Summoner turns, stopping himself before it's enough to see her, but soon he moves the rest of the way and just glances at her with a distance look. A sigh, and soon he moves, adjusting to lift her, slowly, carefully, and soon he's holding her as she sleeps and he moves to one of the bedrooms. Ignoring the fairy dust, as he did with Aradia already, he carries her and soon puts her down in the bed, not saying another word. Hands move to pull some of the blankets over her, a mix of reds and oranges, thick blankets that will do well to make her feel cocooned. Nothing like a recupracoon, but Summoner could never use those himself anyway, he's pretty used to sleeping with blankets by now though too. Vatheon did well to keep him used to it.]

[She makes a few unhappy noises at being disturbed, but otherwise is dead to the world. So after feigning off illness since this entire curse began it finally caught up to her, no doubt accelerated furiously by her tiff with Mindfang. At least being in Summoner's territory she could sleep relatively peaceful without the constant paranoia that her ancestor would pop up at any given moment to slit her throat or something drastic...

Instantly upon being covered in blankets she curled up in further into herself. It was hard for cold blooded trolls to gather warmth and while she was used to being naturally cold, she definitely didn't shy away from heat when it was offered to her.]

[He says nothing, standing near the side of the bed for a moment and just watches her curl up. His expression is rather somber, eyebrows furrow, wings folded neatly behind him. Summoner doesn't move as he stands there, eyes on her but mind in other places. He wonders the best way to react to Mindfang, if at all. If he should truly leave her be or if he should try to reach out to her.]

[A shake of his head, going to turn and leave the room.]