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[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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[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?]

[feralfanatic]

Then I have an idea, and I will have to talk to someone in the meantime. I will try to have it ready for the next time we meet.

[Her idea might be a little bit different, but it was the only thing she could think of. She would talk to Kanaya for her plan. The jadeblood knows about weaving, would she know about braiding...]

That sounds good then, I do enjoy your work...

[With that she nuzzles her head back into his chest.]

[aim_exorable]

I hope I please then.

[With a fair bit of uncertainty, he rubs at her back.]

What kind of jewelry do you like? Earrings, pendants, rings, brooches...

[feralfanatic]

If I had to choose, maybe a pendant or a ring? My ears have not been pierced in many sweeps.

[Small pause...]

What about you, do you have a preference?

[aim_exorable]

[Both then, like he did for Lysunder? Sounds like a plan.]

Anything that is of yours. That's all I need. [A pause of his own.] I don't like to forget, so...

[feralfanatic]

[A pendant for him then. Maybe a ring? She will have to speak with Kanaya further.]

[Playfully she quips.] Forget little old me? I daresay, you might have to watch your step lest you be tripping over me from now on.

[She hasn't been lonely at all, what are you talking about?]

I have something in mind that will serve perfectly, I would think.

[aim_exorable]

I've known a lot of people...

[But he won't elaborate until pressed.]

What?

[feralfanatic]

You must have had a long life, known a lot of trolls, but I fully intend to make my impression on yours quite unforgettable.

[Then with a giggle, she leans up and places a small kiss on his brow. Disciple then settles back, comfortably, into the space she had claimed on his chest.]

[aim_exorable]

Alright.

[There's some bewildered blinking when she kisses him, his brow drawing together, before he just accepts it. Rebel trolls are weird.]

[feralfanatic]

[They sure are! Which Darkleer will have to come to terms with. Or... you know... not.]

[With that she is quite fine to drifting back to her point of almost sleep, comfortable as she is. She might even drift off entirely if he does not say anything else.]