Vatheon Voicemail

[feralfanatic]

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I am sorry. It looks like I am unable to answer at the moment.

Please leave a message, and I will get back to you.

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[aim_exorable]

...Ah.

[Oh golly, someone actually saw that. How embarrassing.]

It is a possibility, I suppose.

[Reaching over, Darkleer picks at the edge of one blanket before starting to pull the whole thing closer. He's not really sure if he wants to wrap himself in one. The idea feels like it would be... childish, or something. He is an adult!]

[...So that's not a pile he's making kind of around and near the stomach of the cat plush. It just happens to look like a pile. That he's nervously reclining on.]

[feralfanatic]

[Still not fully sure, she decides to just go for it. It would not be Darkleer, after all, if he was easy to read. As carefully as she can she lies down to his side, more leaning against the cat plush then on it, plus she was still wrapped in her blanket... That was sort of safer, right?]

Did they- help at all?

[aim_exorable]

I believe so, yes.

[At least something feels settled, which is a change. He's faintly reminded of the night the dreams of Vatheon were open to view, and he did the same in his own bed, alone.]

[There's an awkward shift as Disciple comes to lay besides him, but he doesn't move away. He simply runs his hands over his own light flexible armor. He rarely takes it off unless it's for a reason, even in his most mundange tasks. Right now, he's debating on just stripping of it. Would that be right? Or would that just make things more awkward?]

[He doesn't say anything, just tries to lay there while watching her out of the corner of his eye.]

[feralfanatic]

[As she was watching him, too. She could not help herself. As tiring as the day was, her currently mood was anything but relaxed.]

That is good. I am glad they were able to help. I just hope you are comfortable. I really like the cat, but the way, it was really thoughtful.

[She burrows her head a little into it, making a more comfortable spot for her to lay her head.]

[aim_exorable]

I hoped you would. I saw it in a store.

[What store sells giant cat plushes? Why was he there in the first place? Things he is not talking about!]

I wasn't sure what to give you... [So he gave her a lot of stuff.]

[feralfanatic]

Oh, you did wonderful. Everything is just great, really.

[The claws would take some getting used to, but will come quite in handy on her hunts... and self defense if need be. The Dualscar doll made her genuinely laugh. The scarf she has taken to using and her few forays to the frozen island. And the book... she would not bring up as of right now, no need to crank the awkward-meter up to full power.]

The claws must have taken you some time.

[aim_exorable]

[Thank so many different kinds of gods she doesn't bring up the book.]

Only some. Time tends to pass quickly when I am working. I have been at this craft for quite some time, so I know how to get it done in a quick enough manner without sacrificing any of the quality. It was a pleasure, really.

[feralfanatic]

Your knack for it really shows. To do everything that they can do, and be able to retract, all while still being deceptively strong and useful for their intended purpose; They truly are remarkable.

[She turns to look at him now, not just glances from the side.]

You really are amazing at what you do.

[aim_exorable]

[This isn't the first time he's been complicated on his skill with creating things, but he still feels a faint bit of blue dust his face, and his ears twitch downwards.]

I may fail at many things, but archery and engineering will always be my better talents. Thank you for the kind words regardless.

[feralfanatic]

[Her spot partially on the ground was starting to get a little uncomfortable... or was she just telling herself that? Regardless, she shifts a little, doing her own little fidget.]

You are quite welcome, though I am not sure I agree with the first thing you said.

[aim_exorable]

[Whoa there, she's moving closer, what??? He turns his head to watch her, twiddling his fingers and feeling his heart beat. It's like he's seven all over again.]

It's not necessarily a bad thing, sometimes. Arrogance in viewing myself was a problem before, I think.

[feralfanatic]

[Closer, indeed; fidget.]

Well, I guess. The way you said it makes you sound too harsh on yourself, though...

[Fidget, fidget... oh screw it! She is well aware of where she wants to be right now, and is not going to be comfortable until then.]

This floor is not working... move over just a little.

[With that she moves to place herself on the cat plush next to him, where she could feel comfortable.]

[aim_exorable]

Really?

[He could probably fumble out more words just to keep them occupied, but all of a sudden, she is very close besides him and he stiffens a bit. Oh good golly molly. After a second, however, he forces himself to relax.]

Are you comfortable now?

[feralfanatic]

[Almost... Fidget... not quite...]

[She places her head on his arm, armor or not, and lets out a content sigh.]

Yes, I believe this will do. Thank you.

[aim_exorable]

[Oh]

[sweet]

[dickens]

[Darkleer goes stiff again, ears twitching up and his fingers digging into the backs of his knuckles. For a moment, he doesn't really know what to do. It's a very long moment.]

[...his brain might be broke]

[feralfanatic]

[Oh no, that will not do at all. A tense troll-pillow is an unhappy troll-pillow.]

It is okay to relax, I will not bite.

[Disciple pauses awkwardly. Then she is blushing, letting out an embarrassed laugh, and face-palming herself.]

I really just said that...

[aim_exorable]

[No comment to that. Too busy with an internal debate, you see.]

I'm... not really sure what to do. Are you sure you..

[A tense shrug.]

[feralfanatic]

[She is happy he did not comment, she still felt silly for that. He was still super tense though...]

I am quite sure.

[She looks up from her spot on his arm, searching for his gaze.]

What is it that would make you more comfortable?

[aim_exorable]

I'm not sure. I'm just... still worried. I've never had a moirail before him, and that ended so horrendously.

I don't know what to do.

[feralfanatic]

I know you have been hurt in the past, and of that I am really sorry. All I can say is that I would never do anything to hurt you, you mean far too much to me to ever do something like that. I care much too deeply for you to let anything come between what we could have. I will not let anyone tell me otherwise, Signless included.

[She partially opens up her blanket cocoon to give her arms better movement. She props herself up to get a better look at him.]

As it is, with as badly damaged and unstable as I became, what I have become capable of... I do not think this is just a mere want anymore, I believe I need it; Need you.

[She places her hand on his chest, trying her best to be reassuring.]

And I think... you need me too.

[aim_exorable]

[He feels very very small like this, with her so close and looking down at him with such a look on her face. Anyone in their right mind would trip over themselves to be so close to her, she could have her pick, and yet she picks him.]

[Him, of all people.]

[Squeezing his eyes shut, Darkleer shifts his head so he can press some of his face against the cat plush. The movement dislodges the glasses from their usually proper placement. Very tentatively, he moves his hand over hers.]

...Okay.

[feralfanatic]

[Her heart skips a beat at that one word. She had been so nervous, Disciple cannot help herself, she giggles with relief. The oliveblood sits up even further, her eyes are wide with delight.]

Really!?

[aim_exorable]

[The giggle actually makes him look up tentatively, startled at how happy she seems. He wasn't aware that he was viewed so highly- especially by her.]

I- yes. I wouldn't lie to you about something so important.

[feralfanatic]

[The blanket is flung open the rest of the way, and she leans over the top of him, grabbing him into a hug. A very firm hug, she might not let go this time. It has been quite awhile since she had been this happy, maybe even since she first arrived at the bubble and saw Signless again. It was her turn to feel like she was seven again.]

Oh, Thank you! You will not be upset, I promise!

[In the middle of the hug, she nuzzles her head into his chest. She could not contain herself.]

[aim_exorable]

Oh.

[His voice is quiet as she suddenly slams into him.]

Oh- oh my, I trust you, I do, so-

[Once again, the words don't come, so he just cleans, breathless and still confused and perhaps just a little relieved.]