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1 ♐ Voice ♐ A brief check up

[Wow, Darkleer is actually communicating with the network on a whole for once instead of being a miserable hermit. Must be a special occasion. Does anyone know his wiggling day?]

Now then. Have we all cleansed ourselves of the mess and done whatever strange death rituals foreign species feel the need to do?

[Okay, maybe it is just Darkleer being a coldhearted dick. Eh.]

I believe we should focus on the more important matter here. I have seen discussions scattered throughout the network, but it would be best to have all our thoughts and speculations focused in one place on both the destruction of those so-called faeries and on the recent appearance of that Carol individual.

For those of you who are oblivious and prone to missing the obvious, things are changing in this place. It would be best to be prepared.

[Don't be fooled, he's not doing this to be nice. He's doing what any troll knows to do: looking out for himself and the few he cares about. If that means even faintly working with others, well, he'll learn to deal.]

[Also, that's all the network is getting from him. Click goes the camera!]

[Filtered to Summoner]

[Darkleer hesitates before sending this one out, although his voice is just as stoic and stern as ever.]

Since your children in particular seem to be taking this badly, perhaps it would benefit you to know that those things which followed us were nothing more than mere robots. The technology may have been organic in nature, but it was still nothing truly living. No pain, no loss of life.

That's all.

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[He'd be lying to himself if he said that hearing those words doesn't make his heart beat just a little harder. Fortunately, Darkleer is quite skilled in lying to himself.]

Well, he is still a child, and his horns have yet to grow like yours.

[Wondering if that's a good skill, or a bad one.]

Heh, don't flatter me. We, we both know these things are more trouble then they are w-w-worth...

[No doubt a bad one. Darkleer will lie to himself about that, too.]

Heh. They make you look like either a fool or inspiring, and since you accomplish both of those on your own anyway, there is hardly a difference save for where you can live.

Live? Heh...

[He smiles, pushing his face into Darkleer's chest again, his fingers coiled around the hair it had been playing with tightly, tugging a bit as he leans in.]

You mean right here...? Good thing I'm so good w-with my hands. [Spreads out his fingers slightly.]

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[...Okay nevermind he is most certainly awkward now.]

I would know nothing about that.

[On one hand, he likes this- those fingers in his hair, against his chest- but he knows that it isn't proper, not allowed. Not welcome, not the way either of them would want it- not that he wants anything, but simply saying, his own values, and his, and...]

[This was so much easier when he could blame everything on the alcohol.]

But... you have built this place sturdily enough.

Maybe not my hands, no.

[He pauses for a moment, unraveling his fingers and balling his hands into weak fists.]

I'd hope, I'd hope ...here, like this, I w-was still able to manage something sturdy, even while being just...

Half of what, what I should be.

I know... It is not easy.

[Familiar territory now- or at least more familiar than that other thing from seconds ago.]

There isn't much that can be done. Not that I know.

Eh, make the best of what, what- what I got, and hope to go home every day.

[Sigh.]

As I have.

Of course...

[Forgive him if he sounds a bit dazed there, Summoner. Of course he knows the other will leave at some point. It's best not to get attached to lowbloods anyway; that never ends well.]

[But the idea of Summoner leaving for his war where he'll end up dead at any rate is a... an annoying one. That's it.]

[He's not sure about that tone, Darkleer, and he's not sure what to say either. If those thoughts were outloud, he'd say there was no way to know if he would die in the war, in fact, the rebellion was going well as far as the lowbloods were concerned, at least from the point he was taken from. Summoner's confidence in that war was nothing to be joked about, and if there was something we was truly confident about, it was that.]

[So best not show that negative attitude, Darkleer.]

[Otherwise, Summoner is, for the most part, silent now, merely enjoying their proximity, and is now a great deal more calm than he had been. He knows it will come back, he's not an idiot, but... For now he could enjoy the lack of screams and mayhem. To be honest, this calm was kind of reminding him him of someone else...]</small

[That negative attitude is simply a part of who he is. There's no helping it.]

[As long as he's needed to stay like this, Darkleer will. If he wasn't wanted, then he would have been pushed away, wouldn't he? It's fine by him. This is just a way to calm the other. Nothing more, nothing less. It means nothing and, thinking this, he can feel some measure of peace.]

[Well while you think about that Darkleer, Summoner is slowly falling asleep. His body becomes less and less up right, and eventually, he's completely out. Normally, it was too hard to fall asleep, if was just, too loud. He could barely keep his eyes closed for long. But now whenever he closed them it was just quiet, black, welcoming nothingness, and holy hell he was so tired. Summoner didn't question it, question why there was nothing this time he started to fall asleep, he was just really thankful for it.]

[Darkleer is still for a few more minutes after this before he speaks up quietly.]

Cavalreaper...?

[Oh. This is slightly awkward. Carefully, he adjusts his grip on him so that he can pick him up without disturbing him. Looking down at the sleeping face, Darkleer smiles for a brief moment and carries him to his bed.]

[It looks like they'll have to eat later.]

[Sitting down on the bed., he lays Summoner down and make sure it's comfortable before he takes out the book Gamzee gave him for Christmas and begins to silently read, in close reach should anything happen.]

[A good couple of hours pass, Summoner never sleeps long, and he slowly starts to wake up. Something... strange happened. This is actually the second time it's occurred, and now it's no longer a coincidence. Darkleer has been here both times, both times Summoner had not stirred in his sleep, didn't wake up abruptly covered in cold sweat, or crying, or screaming desperately wanting to help someone who was only an illusion made in his slumber. Two times now, and Summoner's mind doesn't take long to realize this, especially with Darkleer right there.]

[The General sighs, eyes slowly opening, his ears flick and he finds himself staring at the ceiling before slowly sitting up. Wings bent up a little, practically pasted to his back, they flick out, opening up slowly and stretching behind him. A long yawn, dipping his head down before he looks over to Darkleer. Eyebrows steeple as he stares, slowly realizing that he... he didn't dream at all last night.]

[Nothing.]

Have-

[He starts, realizing this is the second time in so many sweeps that he slept this well.]

Have you been here... the whole time?

[His expression is almost scared, just staring in Darkleer's direction, puzzled, terrified, surprised, he can pinpoint how he feels yet, if he should be all right with this. If Darkleer was even the cause of this. If he should feel bad because not dreaming is like not remembering in a way.]

[As Summoner begins to wake, moving and stretching in his bed, Darkleer places back his bookmark in its proper place and slowly closes the book. Just like always, his stare is calm and collected with those glasses in the way.]

[The answer to Summoner's question is a nod.]

How did you sleep?

[His wings are doing this buzzing thing now, waking up. They're always numb after he sleeps on them.]

...Good...

That's good to know.

[Putting the book away in his sylladex, Darkleer stretches as well. He's only gotten up once, putting away the meal he made for the other. His neck is a bit sore, and he rolls it about a bit to get rid of the ache.]

Are you still hungry?

No.

You- You don't understand.

That's the first time, no, the, the second time I've slept good in sweeps. [He stares, looking rather concerned.]

Normally I- [Stops.] Normally I don't.

I could surmise as much.

[Still just staring, still calm.]

You weren't drugged, if that is your concern. There was nothing in the thermos besides tea.

Explain.

Explain what?

Uh...

Just.

How!?

Why? Does it have something to do with-with with you?

[He answers the questions in order.]

I don't know, I also don't know, and... yes. I believe so.

[Glancing away, Darkleer shrugs slightly.]

People simply rest easier in my presence. That is all.

[Just going to stare at you with a really confused and weary expression now.]

[After a moment, Darkleer glances back.]

...I do not do it on purpose. It has simply always happened.

[He's not sure why he feels the need to apologize now. Not that he is apologizing. He's simply... explaining.]

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