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[feralfanatic]

You have reached the Communication Device of the Disciple.

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]

[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.]

[feralfanatic]

[Nuzzle, nuzzle.]

Good. Trust is very important, especially with something like this.

[ She cannot help herself, Disciple was naturally quite the affectionate type and even this was not enough. Still in the hug, Disciple clambers on top of him, pulling her legs up underneath her, So that she was perched in his lap. Continuing to take charge, she reaches back to his arm, attempting to pull it over herself. There, that is much better.]

[aim_exorable]

[Wow this relationship is moving too fast! But Darkleer is forever a pushover with those important to him, so there's only the slightest of confused noises before he quiets.]

I'll try to be good... I swear it.

[feralfanatic]

[Fortunately for him, then, Disciple's huglust is satisfied with the current position she has crawled herself into.]

I know you will. I am not worried.

[aim_exorable]

[To be touched or worried at that profession of faith? Darkleer just bows his head, pressing his face between her horns while his hair curtains around them.]

Could I stay like this, for just a small while?

[feralfanatic]

I think...

[Disciple settles into him, all of her troubles greatly eclipsed by this wonderful moment.]

... that would be nice, yes.

[aim_exorable]

[Just laying there with someone cuddled up against him is almost soothing, and Darkleer only moves to carefully remove his glasses into his sylladex.]

[He's honestly content to just lay there for a nice long while, letting his heart calm down and his mind get adjusted to the idea. A moirail. Her. Could it work out alright...?]

[After some time, he speaks up.]

Could.. I have a small token of yours? It doesn't have to be much more than a trinket.

[feralfanatic]

[Words were not needed anymore, as her thoughts drift away. Disciple Lies on top of him in a state of almost-sleep for quite awhile, lost in the rhythm of his breathing. It was quite soothing, really. When he finally speaks up, she almost does not hear him, so distant were her thoughts.]

A... token?

[She blinks a couple times as she tries to snap out of her daze.]

oh, yes! certainly! I would also like something in return, if that was okay. I just... do not know what you would want. I do not keep much in the way of trinkets...

[She ponders for a little while.]

I know of something... maybe. But, it would require a little work.

[aim_exorable]

It doesn't have to be anything of particular importance. Just a small thing would do.

I... I thought of making you something.

[But then, he always does that. For her, why on Alternia would it be different?]