[Like an echo, he finds his own voice trailing into nothingness as well, mouth hidden behind his hands. Flushed from his ears to his throat, Darkleer tilts his head slightly away. He keeps his eyes on Summoner, however. He can't help it. How could he not? That expression isn't one he can just let escape. It's one he needs to sear into his mind forever. Those wide amber eyes, that bronze flush that's taken over almost every bit of skin Darkleer can see, the way his lips move so quickly and clumsily as he stutters, the way his ears twitch and wings lower and how can anyone be like this? That is his question right back. So beautiful, whether his wings are flared with pride and there's a confident smirk on his face as he presses him up against a wet wall, or whether he's drawn in on himself, fairly gasping for breath as he scrambles for words to say, cheeks hot.]
[Darkleer wants to touch that warm face, wants to slide his fingers against Summoner's cheeks and feel how he'll practically melt into molten slag if he doesn't have a colder body up against him, Darkleer would bet solid money that's how hot those cheeks are. He wants to lean in closer and watch as those eyelids flutter as Summoner's gaze flicks from him to anywhere but, all embarrassment and fragile love. He wants that lithe body against his as he kisses him, their lips sliding against each other perfectly just like all the times before. He wants to moan into his mouth and hear him, feel him, moan back before his fingers dug into his shirt.]
[Darkleer wets his lips nervously and nearly tries. Summoner is a beautiful contradiction to the entire world he knows, and it is hardly fair to feel him burn him throughout his body like this with no relief.]
[Taking a deep shuddering breath, Darkleer moves behind him.]
I... I'll just check for any signs of infection and see about those plates.
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[Like an echo, he finds his own voice trailing into nothingness as well, mouth hidden behind his hands. Flushed from his ears to his throat, Darkleer tilts his head slightly away. He keeps his eyes on Summoner, however. He can't help it. How could he not? That expression isn't one he can just let escape. It's one he needs to sear into his mind forever. Those wide amber eyes, that bronze flush that's taken over almost every bit of skin Darkleer can see, the way his lips move so quickly and clumsily as he stutters, the way his ears twitch and wings lower and how can anyone be like this? That is his question right back. So beautiful, whether his wings are flared with pride and there's a confident smirk on his face as he presses him up against a wet wall, or whether he's drawn in on himself, fairly gasping for breath as he scrambles for words to say, cheeks hot.]
[Darkleer wants to touch that warm face, wants to slide his fingers against Summoner's cheeks and feel how he'll practically melt into molten slag if he doesn't have a colder body up against him, Darkleer would bet solid money that's how hot those cheeks are. He wants to lean in closer and watch as those eyelids flutter as Summoner's gaze flicks from him to anywhere but, all embarrassment and fragile love. He wants that lithe body against his as he kisses him, their lips sliding against each other perfectly just like all the times before. He wants to moan into his mouth and hear him, feel him, moan back before his fingers dug into his shirt.]
[Darkleer wets his lips nervously and nearly tries. Summoner is a beautiful contradiction to the entire world he knows, and it is hardly fair to feel him burn him throughout his body like this with no relief.]
[Taking a deep shuddering breath, Darkleer moves behind him.]
I... I'll just check for any signs of infection and see about those plates.