caughtinanetwork | [Audio] ♉ Summoner: Do you sensei connection between us?

Yeah I guess I could, but that's not much of a date.

Well if you want it to be more romantic, I could whisper love poems into your ear as you rested. Would that be better?

Uh- . . .

I believe that is what I shall do then. I would not want you to think I have lost my romantic touch.

That's uh...that's okay, really.

Maybe I should make it a candlelit affair as well. It is up to me to set the mood, since I'm the one inviting you.

I uh, I guess so. I won't try to expect too much, I don't want to make you have to live up to any too high of expectations.

I'm a highblood, Lysunder, we are rather fond of making high expectations for ourselves.

So poetry and candles.

[He's teasing. Really. There probably won't be candles.]

[A sigh, giving Darkleer a fond look, his brows furrowed and his lips in a small smile that says something along the lines of 'what ever shall I do with you', not that Summoner'd ever say something so dainty. But he feels a familiar tug in his pump enough to stop making a fool of himself and just nod this time.]

I'll expect the whole shebang then.

[Oh dear, that fond look makes it feel like his bloodpump has burst into butterflies. Not literally, that would be unhealthy.]

I'll do my best not to disappoint.

So tonight then?

Tonight. See you then.

[By that point, he will be quite ready. The hoofbeastfeather hive does seem to be in a considerably better condition than most of the neighborhood it's in, and the only real damage would be to the edges of their yard. Beyond that, pretty dry.]

[Darkleer is out, head tilted back so he can watch the strange way the water seems to shift beyond the bubble, distorting the moonlight. He has a few things ready in his sylladex- particularly some medical supplies. Just in case. For now, however, he's just waiting.]

[Waiting, waiting for something to show itself up above maybe? If not, he'll see it anyway, that familiar shape carried by more familiar orange shapes. Summoner's pace is lagging though and he teeters a little when he finally lands out on the sidewalk just outside of the yard. He doesn't look very hurt at all, just tuckered out. Managing a smile at least as she steps forward.]

Out here, hope for not too long eh? [A chuckle, though weak sounding. His wings close with a little less grace than usual, almost dropping into a closed position behind him as he walks down the walk way.]

It's never too long when you are concerned.

[It's good to see that Summoner is relatively unharmed, then, besides looking like he might drop. Maybe he should have rescheduled this date... But then, the idea of Summoner falling asleep on him is highly appealing. Darkleer has not regretted the last few times it's happened.]

[Walking closer, he lowers himself into a bow and tries to take Summoner's hand so he can kiss his knuckles]

Have fun?

You could wait forever. [Said with a laugh, though it's dry and tired sounding for the most part. He's giving Darkleer an odd look when he moves forward to bow and almost pulls his hand away from the act of kissing his knuckles. It's weird, whenever Darkleer treats him like that, other wordly even. Treating him like a superior almost when everything in his brain ticks to the same beat, or at least tries to. But Summoner knows better, it's not Darkleer treating him as a superior, or something with a higher caste. Again he's just tired and acting on impulse a lot right now.]

[The hand stays though and he manages a small smirk cocked to one side at the feel of cool, soft skin touching his rough knuckles. Summoner turns his hand a little, brushing the joint of his bent index finger against Darkleer's cheek.]

I did. Burned here and there, took some hits, but it was real fun. Met a few new people too, hope there'll be something there. [Slides his hand up, skirting fingers through dangling locks of smooth black hair.]

What've you been doing?

[Well, Darkleer does think he's better than him, but it's on a more personal level. Summoner has done so much more with his short life than Darkleer thinks he has with all his centuries.]

[As he runs his hand through his hair, Darkleer straightens up a bit and steps closer, loosely looping his arms around Summoner's waist.]

It's hard for there not to be, you're quite a charmer. I may be slightly biased, of course. As for myself, nothing so interesting... Just helping with the repair efforts, thinking about changing a few things...

[Better is such a loaded word, isn't it?]

[Summoner feels a warmth despite Darkleer's coolness as those thick arms link around him, and it's easy to just lean into them after that, pressing his forehead against a rather inviting pectoral. His hands fall, lightly resting on Darkleer's arms.]

Changing a few things? Like uh, on your hive?

[This is good. Darkleer feels just a bit of his worry fade away as Summoner relaxes against him, lets him be a steady force again. His thumb brushes against the back of Summoner's pants idly.]

Hmmm, more like the entire island. It would be an interesting project on the side.

[He doesn't move much, his eyes closed, not too tired, not enough to just fall asleep here, but enough that Darkleer's deep voice somehow manages to get even more soothing.]

...Like what?

Just advancing the architecture of the buildings and making it so that in case anything like this happens again, we're better prepared. Perhaps I'll stock canned food there... Zelda already has a fruit and vegetable garden growing up there, perhaps we could expand that... The hoofbeasts need a better pasture as well.

[He's never leaving them and you can't make him.]

[Aware of how Summoner is probably feeling, Darkleer upgrades the thumb brushing to gently rubbing at the small of Summoner's back.]

[It's a little difficult focusing on those words when those strong hands are working at his back. His wings adjust little by little, shoulder blades pushing out, arms tensing and relaxing again, leaning up close with his eyes closed.]

Tch- ah, heh- [He starts, adjusting again, shivering slightly as he tilts his head up and presses his face near Darkleer's neck, his own head cocked up to reach.] You always keep your hands so busy, Tink. Doin' a lot of good though. [A slight slur to his words, rubbing his thumbs into Darkleer's arms softly.] S'good though. Like seeing you busy.

[There we go, that's exactly what he wants to see. It's good for Summoner to figure out how to relax every once in a while. Of course he's the more easy-going of them both, but you'd be amazed at how strung out he could make himself in Darkleer's opinion...]

With a mind like mine, I have to keep busy. It would be a waste not to.

Besides... after everything I've done, helping a little bit of reconstruction is the least I can do. [His hands are slowly making their way up further.] Why don't we go to the park? You seem like you could use a sit down.

A mind like yours, always ticking away and busy, heh. Surprised you got time for me in there. [Smirks up at him, lifting his head and giving Darkleer a faux punch to the cheek and chuckling as he finally steps back. His hands pull away, arms going slack at his sides and waving back and forth a few times before he swipes a hand through his hair.]

The park, ah, sure. I'll sit down anywhere right now, heh. You sure? If, you're busy, ya know, we can cancel. It's okay.

I'll always have time for you. The handwork I can leave to robots, after all.

[And even if he wasn't constantly making robots, he'd make time for Summoner. It's a little disappointing to not have Summoner against him, but Darkleer simply deals. Leaning close, he gives a very light pinch to one of Summoner's ribs.]

Hush, I'm fine. I finished up most of it when we made our plans. Can you even walk, you little spitfire of a lancer?

Guess so- those things can really do a lot, hey?

[He steps back a few times more, sighing as he continues to slide his hand through hair, ending it behind his neck and rubbing there as he teeters a little, eyes closed. He glances up, cocks a shoulder.]

Ah... all right, sure I guess. Won't be starting any fires like I am now, s'good, right?

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I love using this icon

Tch, that icon. . . . . . . ... . . . ...

UuU

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Time skip?

leeeet's do the time warp again

Action/ Some time later

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Sorry about the wait.