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]

[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?

[aim_exorable]

[There's a small sad whinny when she stops scratching, but he does his best to listen. When she resumes, he just lays there longer. It's hard to think clearly with so much booze in his head.]

Spent a long time free range from the Empire with no kismesis. I can gallop on some more. But Sunder's... the best thing to happen to me. He's better than sitting in a field of ponies.

[feralfanatic]

[Oh dear, that whinny, there was no way she could stop anytime soon. Darkleer was extra adorable without his inhibitions. Too bad the only way to get there was to drink to the point of floating.]

I went my entire life without a kismesis, So I can certainly understand that feeling. Sometimes your emotions decide they want something they cannot, or should not, have. It would be too simple that way. At least you knowledge the feelings, it would be harder to deal with them if you were in denial.

[The field of ponies line was too much. The light scratching stops once again, as she barely stifles a giggle and hugs close to him for a second. She breaks the hug and resumes her tireless scritching duty.]

Okay, that was unfairly cute, mister. It is obvious you care for Lysunder very deeply. I think you need to talk to him, and we can get this all straightened out.

When you are sober, that is.

[aim_exorable]

[Drinking to the point of floating is rad, Darkleer highly recommends it. When she hugs him, he tries to cling even more, making another pathetic whinny.]

I don't want to be sober. Ever again. No.

[feralfanatic]

[Disciple would recommend it too... but last time she did, she ended up with a kismesis. Well, and technically a moirail as well. You know what, Disciple recommends it. That does not mean, however, she can slack in her duty.]

Well you can not be drunk forever. If you want to drink sometime, let me know. Drinking alone is not a good thing.

[Another whinny, and more clinging. It was offical. She had the cutest moirail. ]

Besides, you need to be careful when drunk around here. That is when Dualscar gets you.

[A laugh. Seemingly genuine.]

[aim_exorable]

No. No.

[Why did you have to bring up fish, Disciple? Why? This is cruelty.]

Arty wouldn't. Bad.

[feralfanatic]

Do not fret, moirail-of-mine, I shall keep you safe from the scary be-cloaked one.

[She does what she must, because she can.]

So long as you promise that you will at least let me know in advance, the next time you plan on drinking.

[aim_exorable]

Push him down stairs.

[Darkleer encourages horrible things always. At her request, he tries to curl up a little more but can't, just nudging against her.]

Okay.

[feralfanatic]

Yes. I would do more then just push him down stairs. Maybe if I throw him in the plaza's fountain, and press the little button you gave me.

[Hurting Dualscar was funny... and it makes her feel weird. Ugh.]

[aim_exorable]

[He'll just stick with the funny part, thank you.]

Yes. Good moiral. Best.

[feralfanatic]

[She presses closer to him, redoubling her ministrations.]

Hhrmmmm... maybe I could possibly convince Tavros to harry him with flying squawk-beasts. Or, and this one is just mean, switch his sugar with salt in their shakers.