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

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?

It's fine.

[He really has taken a beating... Darkleer holds his hand out.]

The park isn't that far away, really.

Ha, yeah. [A wary look to that hand before he gives a small smile and steps closer to take it in his own.]

Not too, I'd fly us there if you weren't such musclebeast.

I was under the impression that you quite liked this musclebeast body of mine.

[He smiles back, giving just the faintest of squeezes before he starts their walk.]

Ah ha, what gave you that impression? I didn't think I was that see through. [The faintest squeeze is not felt as 'faint' at all, doesn't crush of course, Darkleer has control, but it's definitely a lot more noticeable than """"FAINT"""". Summoner chuckles to himself, feeling a kind of start in his chest before he pulls in a breath to settle down.]

But I guess I uh, can be honest, for the most part anyway. It'd be something to take you up with me, sorry I'm kinda lacking where you've gone over kill.

[Listen it's as faint as he can make it okay. He tries.]

Maybe one day it will happen. For now, I'm more than happy to simply watch those gorgeous wings of yours open up with the muscles in your back tensing and your expression shifting to that of pure joy.

It more than makes up for the experience, I assure.

[He knows! And it's appreciated.]

Ah ha, did you have to get so purple with that? [A small smile, cheeks bronzing a little.]

Don't like it?

[Yes, excellent, he has made him blush. Darkleer is possibly willing to admit he has a problem in how much he loves seeing Summoner get flustered and shy.]

Tch, since when have I ever "liked" purple?

[Darkleer glances around really quick to make sure that they are the only ones on the street, and also that no buildings near them are lit which would indicate active habitation. Then he answers.]

...When I have you pinned and whining against the breakfast table, whispering it in your ear.

[He immediately flushes like he's just said the most scandalous thing in all of history. It's still hard being openly sexy sometimes.]

[Summoner's caught off guard a bit, still sore and tired and cut up here and there. His eyes open wide, swallowing as a chill shoots down his spine and his wings ruffle.]

Ah- ah ha, that's a uh, different kind of purple.

[Darkleer reaches up to press his palm against his mouth, trying to stifle his smile and the odd snort he makes.]

Still a type of purple, my dear.

...Now I feel silly and foalish.

[A glance to the side, rolling his shoulders a little.]

Why would you, just getting a little fresh. [Swallows, calming himself down and moving to get on his toes, giving Darkleer a light head butt.]

I like fresh, we don't do it as often these days.

[Aww, yes, headbutts, Darkleer draws his hands down a little lower.]

You're so busy fluttering from place to place. It's a bit hard to catch a hold of you when I'm stuck down here.

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Sorry about the wait.

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