Vatheon Voicemail

[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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privaaaate

[feralfanatic]

[Oh my, this was certainly a bit dramatic. She gets a little worried about what would cause such a reaction.]

Darkleer. How about you pick yourself up off the ground and try again. Better yet, where are you right now? You look like you might need help with that.

[She was trying to sound playful, but there was worry tinging her voice.]

privaaaate

[aim_exorable]

Mnn.

[Just a twitch.]

I can't get back on the saddle. I was bucked off. I thought me and the hoofbeast that is my life had a good understanding now, I thought we had a stable relationship, but then I did something wrong and it bucked me off and trampled me.

....I have an inn room.

privaaaate

[feralfanatic]

[That. Was not at all what she was expecting. She does know how much that must have hurt him, though, and she had a job to do.]

Right, well I will be there soon, and we will get you off the floor alright? Then we can talk about it, alright?

[Bundling up her robes, she was one her way. Not as fast as she would like, but as swiftly as her 'new' body would allow. Much to her dismay she actually found herself becoming a little winded.]

privaaaate

[aim_exorable]

Mmm.

[When she finally manages to get to the inn, it won't be Darkleer answering her. That would be Arty's job, looking worried and fussy as he glances back to the blueblood still on the floor. It doesn't look as though Darkleer has moved one bit.]

Action-y

[feralfanatic]

[When she finally shows up, gasping slightly, Disciple clucks her tongue when she gets a good look at the prone blueblood. She quickly thanks Arty for letting her in, and proceeds further into the room.]

Hey now, Gizmo, you gonna stay down there on the ground all day?

[aim_exorable]

[It takes him a moment of consideration for those words to really get through to his head.]

...Yes.

[Ears twitching at the sound of her voice, he starts to kind of.... worm inch her way.]

[feralfanatic]

[The inching closer, the reason for the vulnerability... HE WAS ADORABLE AND MUST NEVER BE TOLD AS SUCH.]

Alright, there is two ways this can go. We can get you up off the floor and we can cuddle on the sleeping rectangle, or I am joining you down there on the floor. It is your choice.

[aim_exorable]

I dun't think I am castable of proper movement to the sleeping rectangle.

[He has tried. Multiple times. The floor is much nicer and forgiving.]

[feralfanatic]

Alright, scoot yourself over, here comes the oliveblood.

[Soon a warm, familiar shape will be pressing against his side, her head nuzzling into his shoulder.]

[aim_exorable]

[Her presence actually seems to get him to move more, rolling slowly onto his side so that he can welcome her better. His face is flushed blue in that drunken kind of way, and his eyes are glazed over, pupils dilated. Slowly, his arm tries to wrap around her.]

Hello.

[feralfanatic]

[Oh my, He was DRUNK! The thought had honestly never crossed her mind. Now that she was down on the ground with him here it was far too obvious. She was kicking herself in hindsight.]

My, my, Darkleer. Have a bit too much, then?

[aim_exorable]

Neigh. Not neighly enough.

[Slowly... slowly starting to curl up while still loosely clinging.]

[feralfanatic]

Not enough, and why is that? Aspiring to blackout like I did?

[It seems she has mostly come to terms with that event, as it is said in jest.]

[aim_exorable]

Yes. Maybe. That is admittedly a frilly fine idea.

[His hand rises and makes a little slow gesture before stopping. After a second, he puts it down again.]

I don't want to be me.

[feralfanatic]

Hey now, do not say that.

[Have a small oliveblood hand gently stroking the top of your head, Darkleer.]

I went through the trouble of obtaining the best moirail in the world, I cannot have him changing who he is now, can I?

[aim_exorable]

[The stroking is relaxing, and it seems to show slightly in his body language, although he was already fairly relaxed to begin with thanks to the drink.]

Messed up. Went after a mare I shouldn't have

[feralfanatic]

[All too slowly, Disciple finally realizes this was not about a literal horse. She mentally kicks herself, but with drunk as he was and all the horse puns entering his vocabulary, she had been perfectly mistaken.]

I see. Why do you not tell me what happened, and I will try to help however I can.

[If the stroking of his hair was helping, she was going to continue to do just that. She wanted him to feel safe and protected, like she was trying to do.]

[aim_exorable]

[The horse puns do throw a wrench in things, yes. Darkleer sighs softly as she pets him, eyes not focused. Disciple is one of the few people- few anything- that can soothe him at this point. He tried his workaholic tendencies, but they couldn't be focused on.]

Marefang. Mindfang. She trotted up to me while I was in the Nostallion Nook. Made me fix her SFC. She wouldn't stop neighsaying my relationship with Summoner... There was an altercoltian.

[He presses his face further against her, making a faintly distressed noise.]

There was a kiss.

[feralfanatic]

[Mindfang. Huh. How was that for unexpected. She thought he hated Mindfa... Oh. She tenses a little, but calms herself quickly so as to not upset him further.]

A kiss? Was it... mutual?

[aim_exorable]

[A slight shake of his head.]

Her to me. But now I hayte her more.

Tried to throw a lasso over the situation, rein it in, but we just argued more and... Summoner saw us. Arguing.

[There's a bit of fumbling before he manages to grab the SFC- good thing it's on the floor- and just gives it to her before curling up against her again.]

[feralfanatic]

So you hate her.

[Rub-rub, scritch-scritch.]

Do you hate her, hate her? It is important that you figure out that before we can decide where to go from here.

[She was being deceptively calm about all of this. Mostly it was her bottling of her own feelings on the matter so that she could help him as best she could.]

[aim_exorable]

I don't want to hate her hate her.

[But of course he has because things can never be easy in his life.]

[feralfanatic]

That is not the question I asked, Darkleer.

[Scritch, scritch.]

It was not a matter of want.

Do you?

[aim_exorable]

...Yes.

But I have to stop.

[feralfanatic]

I see.

I do not think I am really the best troll to be talking to about unwanted black feelings.

[The scritching stops for a second.]

Who knows what this thing that I have with Dualscar even is. If these even are black feelings I have for him or if I have completely gone off the metaphorical deep end.

[Disciple's resumes applying her ministrations.]

Then again, maybe I am the best troll to talk to. [Sigh, quadrants were hard.] I assume your reluctance is based on your consideration of Lysunder?