[No, no, no, being grabbed, someone is grabbing him. His wings quickly unfold, beating the air hard, hands darting up infront of him to clench his claws into Darkleer's chest, his fangs bared. Lysunder freezes up like that quickly, his pupils small, eyes wide open. But soon, his hands start to shake and he sees what's actually happening, not what he thought he saw, what he felt, and his hands loosen.]
[He tries to swallow, but it catches in his throat, and he can't find the strength to push away, not that Darkleer's own strength would allow such a thing.]
I- eh, I...
[He starts, wings slowly lowering. His eye lids lower along with them, but he catches sight of where his claws has sunk into Darkleer's front and that alone is what makes him hitch, a small high pitched sound leaving his barely broken open lips.]
I'm so sorry, that I am here, that I, did that, that I am not whe-whe ...Where I should be, that cannot fufill w-what I'm supposed to be doing. That you, y-you are here like this, that I, I can't do this w-w-without-
[Darkleer's chest is warm when he presses his forehead to it, hands flat, palms down against the blue blood's front before they slowly curl into fists. Summoner can feel his face heat up, his ears are like fire. He does his best to keep his head tilted down as he feels orange leak from his eye sockets, freezing against the burning of his cheeks and neck. He doesn't want to be here, like this, here as in this house, this situation, with someone showing any signs of attachment or compassion, this forest, this huge stupid fucking bubble. He can't be here, he's not all here. His confidence, his will power to keep going is still on Alternia, in the hearts of the many he leads. All he is here is a shell, his insides echoing constantly with the slightest outside influence. Like a tuning fork, ready to hum the cries of the war he still has yet to see to the end.]
Action;
[He tries to swallow, but it catches in his throat, and he can't find the strength to push away, not that Darkleer's own strength would allow such a thing.]
I- eh, I...
[He starts, wings slowly lowering. His eye lids lower along with them, but he catches sight of where his claws has sunk into Darkleer's front and that alone is what makes him hitch, a small high pitched sound leaving his barely broken open lips.]
I'm so sorry, that I am here, that I, did that, that I am not whe-whe ...Where I should be, that cannot fufill w-what I'm supposed to be doing. That you, y-you are here like this, that I, I can't do this w-w-without-
[Darkleer's chest is warm when he presses his forehead to it, hands flat, palms down against the blue blood's front before they slowly curl into fists. Summoner can feel his face heat up, his ears are like fire. He does his best to keep his head tilted down as he feels orange leak from his eye sockets, freezing against the burning of his cheeks and neck. He doesn't want to be here, like this, here as in this house, this situation, with someone showing any signs of attachment or compassion, this forest, this huge stupid fucking bubble. He can't be here, he's not all here. His confidence, his will power to keep going is still on Alternia, in the hearts of the many he leads. All he is here is a shell, his insides echoing constantly with the slightest outside influence. Like a tuning fork, ready to hum the cries of the war he still has yet to see to the end.]