[That reaction just gains a playful shoulder shove by Summoner before he's looking out to the water again as well.]
Yeah, it's uh, the second rebellion, started by yours truly. [Closes his eyes, craning his head back and facing the sky.]
I lead hundreds of thousands of lowbloods and beasts to bring asunder the highblood laws enslaving our kind. It'll mean something, it'll change the world, hell, the old sea hag makes all the adults flee the planet because of it. Not what I wants exactly- [Lifts a bottle.]
Ah huh, alls I know is the time you looked best to m, you weren't wearing it. [Snickers, snatching the bottle and draining it dry finally. He's definitely got a good buzz not though, not thinking about his problems either. Good, that was the aim.]
[He's drunk and lonely enough to act before the logical part of his brain can possibly keep up. In a moment, he grabs Summoner by one horn and leans in to kiss him roughly, likely smelling of booze]
[Alcohol + horn grabbing. Not cool, Dualscar. And he can kiss, sure, but there's a problem. The kiss might be rough and they might've had some black fling in the past, but what he's feeling for him is definitely not that anymore. With all the shit Dualscar's gone through lately, it's pretty fucking sad, Dualscar is a dick, but lonely, and even more lonely because he's a dick. And that's... sa- ugh, no, he's a fucking ass hole.]
[Remember how much of an ass hole is and just, melt into that horn grabbing a little.]
[Okay that'll be okay, just... bite his lip a bit, go for blood, push into it a bit make it something more sinister before pulling away. Damn, maybe alcohol wasn't a good idea.
[To be honest, despite everything between them - or maybe because of it - Dualscar doesn't really hate Summoner that much, anymore. There's a bit of resentment and black passion lingering, for sure. But a lot of it is just pure loneliness and horniness and a big dollup of bad judgment.
And whether he had true feelings for the Summoner or not, there is such a thing as a fling, and pailing just to feel some fleeting connection to another person. Dualscar had certainly done that many times over the centuries.
When Summoner bites him back, melts into him, then starts to pull away, Dualscar shoves forward almost mindlessly. He gives a growl and wraps his free arm around, pulling Summoner close to his chest.]
[They are both very used to flings and certainly know a good deal about them. Also things are confusing between them, also Dualscar is kinda desperate and Summoner's still well... him. Also alcohol. Alcohol really enjoys what is currently happening right now.]
[His knuckles pop a little, fingers stretching, palms flat against Dualscar's chest before he curls his digits tight, tugging on cape and cowl cloth as Dualscar shoves. Summoner's pretty damn hot as it is, body always inflamed, and with liquor running through his system, those cold seadweller lips are something really welcomed. So he doesn't really think when he's being shoved, just let's out a grunted huff and tugs, shoving closer into the kiss, but this time a heck of a lot less aggressive than before.]
[This is not a good idea. This is not a good idea and fuck why does Dualscar have to be so damn cool against his skin. His senses are kinda rushing around frantically along with the smell and haze of alcohol.]
[He's so hot, burning against his lips. The way Summoner reacts, pushing back, shoving close, it inflames Dualscar to the point where he doesn't even notice that the initial biting is now softening a bit.
He swipes his tongue against Summoner's lips, giving a soft, lustful growl that rumbles from somewhere deep in his chest. He shifts onto his knees, trying to press him back.]
[There's not real actual noticing of anything right now. It's all going fast, sweeping them up. And soon Summoner feels tongue and he shivers, breathing out a long breath through his nose.]
Shit- w-w-w-
[Growls, deep, his stutter catching and not letting him continue as he's pushed back. His breath hitches, licking his lips and lifting a knee a little as his wings rustle to lay behind him properly before he's back to ground.]
[Dualscar doesn't want to talk. Talking involves thinking, and thinking is bad. He hears the rustling of Summoner's wings, and it feels good to hear. As good as it feels to settle his weight over the other troll, to feel that knee rub against his outer thigh.]
Don't fuckin' talk. Wwe don't need it.
[He whispers the words against Summoner's lips, and then kisses him again, deeply, thrusting his tongue into Summoner's mouth]
[Nooo no, see, talking involves thinking, Summoner wants thinking- no, scratch that. He needs it right now. He needs to talk and think because if he talks and then thinks while talking he'd try to yank out of this. But then he's interrupted and being pushed and kisses again. And alcohol's a bloody serpent when it comes to coaxing you, all silver tongue and no soul. All he can think about is how nice this feels, how cool and relaxed it is. He knows that the last action Dualscar must have had would've been Mindfang.]
[-Wait... right. Mindfang. It was black but he, touched her, a younger her, but her. He's kissed her and felt her a lot more recently than Summoner has. It's been sweeps since then. He can't help but think about it, about how kissing him is like being closer to her some how and he pushes in more, subconsciously grasping at what his heart still pumps for even if he wants to fight it, even after what she did. Soon his hands are sliding up and cupping the sides if Dualscar's face, rubbing thumbs over his cheeks and sliding his tongue to meet the colder one greeting between his lips. Eyes closed, pulling him closer, feeling his eyes push, dampening a little and his lips quiver.]
[Well. This is getting a little red. A lot red, actually.
But those gentle hands feel so wonderful. Like as if Signless were touching him again. What he never admitted to anyone was that if Signless' attention had moved more flushed, he'd have followed that current wherever it went.
He croons softly and deepens the kiss, tangling his tongue with Summoner's. He's not thinking about Mindfang right now - that's the whole point. In fact, the only thing he's really thinking about is how good Summoner feels, and how amazing he smells.]
[Way to get into a moirailship with him then, buddy, really emotionally healthy.]
[Wait, who am I kidding? Is this at all emotionally healthy either? No. No it's not. It's actually pretty depressing to be honest, and is going to make him feel terrible later. But Summoner's getting some kind of odd temporary closure from it. His hazy mind merely thinking about the feel of everything, how swept up he is by it. He knows this isn't Mindfang, it's obvious, he's far too cold and clammy, and his size and shape is nothing like her. But that one attachment they both have Summoner can't stop thinking about so he continues.]
[The kiss deepens, lapping and sucking as he swallows, continuing to kiss Dualscar with a kind of fever, something Dualscar's right to interpret as something a great deal more red, because it is. Lysunder's heart aches as he continues, enjoying how it feels and keeping him close, upper body leaning up a little to press closer.]
[Hey, the moirallegiance was great, too. He was okay either way.
Just as he's okay with this getting really sweet and red and eager, despite the fact that the last time they found themselves in this sort of situation, it was black as pitch.
Dualscar finally loosens his fingers from around Summoner's horn, feeling safer and comforted by the way he's responding. Instead he combs his fingers into the red hair, claws scraping against his scalp just enough to tingle]
[There's your problem, Dualscar. You need to have an opinion, you need to feel things and not just ride the waves. No point to a quadrant if you don't strive to keep it what it is.]
[Also wow, please don't play along into the sensual aspect if this. It'd be a lot easier to deal with later if you started snarling and biting again. But now a hand is running through his hair and he cranes his neck back and sighs, arching his back a little and grinding upwards against him.]
[He has lots of opinions, and one of them is that he'll do almost anything not to be alone.
The more Summoner responds to more red stimulation, the more it encourages Dualscar to continue them, as clumsy as he might feel. If he were thinking straighter, he'd probably be worse at it. But instead he's working on instinct, and it's going okay.
His knee shifts forward, trying to push Summoner's legs further apart.]
[That desperation doesn't really help here, kind of makes Dualscar more pathetic. Especially since he can easily feel it in the fish troll's actions.]
[If Dualscar feels awkward and strange doing flushed things, Summoner's a natural. He's keeping close, moving his hands here and there to rub and press against various parts of Dualscar's face and neck, sliding fingers behind his facial fins and rubbing against the skin there softly, brushing his thumbs over the fringed flesh. He kisses him deep, moving to work with Dualscar's actions instead of fighting against. And when that knee pushes closer he does as it wants, opening his legs a little more and even moving his hips closer to eagerly grind against his thigh.]
[Dualscar croons as Summoner touches his fins, and they fan out in invitation, his whole body shuddering with reaction to the sensations. That obviously feels wonderful, and Signless has gotten him used to having his fins touched.
This is so different from the last time they kissed, the last time they touched each other. Even though the alcohol haze, Dualscar's starting to notice. There's a part of him that's nervous at Summoner touching him in such sensitive places, despite how gentle it is.
Still, Summoner's eager reactions help to push away that nervousness, and he draws in a breath, grinding down against Summoner in response.]
[The reaction to fin touching is new, he doesn't have a lot of experience with seadwellers, just Dualscar, and before it wasn't as intimate. But this time, hearing those sounds, his movements are automatic and he's back to rubbing and caressing the thing skin. Everything about this is different, it's obvious Summoner's approaching this in a different way and any deep thought on it might be a little hard due to the liquor. But by now Summoner isn't really thinking period besides base instinct. He hears something good, he knows to keep doing it. He feels something good, wants it to keep happening.]
[That nervousness is easy to sense and Summoner just seems to naturally do his best to smooth it out; pulling from the kiss, curling forward and breathing a hot breath against the fin he's softly rubbing between fingers. Hips bucking up in a slow grind, leading Dualscar's movements smoothly as he arches his back up a little, wings barely twitching behind him. His movements are staying rather compassionate, but he's starting to move at a fast pace, making needy huffs and grunts against that fin near his mouth.]
[The gentler Summoner is, the needier Dualscar becomes. Black pailing is something Dualscar knows a lot about, but this gentle, soft passion is new and wonderful, and the sea dweller craves it. This is why Signless was able to break down his defences so easily.
His fins quiver under Summoner's touch and he moans again, his own fingers moving to try to return the favour. Without harsh scratches or bites, he kisses the other troll almost sweetly, and runs a hand down his side, slipping a thumb up under his shirt to touch skin, but there's an air of discovery and wonder about the movements.
Summoner's needy noises and movements egg him on, and Dualscar slides his hand fully under Summoner's shirt, trying to push it up and bare his torso. His lips move down to his throat, and for an instant there's a scrape of teeth, before he remembers and gentles it again, using lips and tongue to stimulate]
[That desperation gets more obvious to him as they continue and he's quick to indulge him. When you know you can make someone make such noises with a certain kind of touch, you keep doing it till it doesn't work anymore. So he continues to stimulate Dualscar's fins, gliding his fingers and tongue over the skin on one, and rubbing with index, middle, and thumb on the other.]
[His hands stay occupied, as does his mouth, so Dualscar's free to slide his hands up under his shirt. Granted the wrappings Summoner wraps his chest and arms with keeps most of his skin still hidden directly. Finger can still slide over his stomach though, he feels them softly glide over scars and muscles and huffs out a breath, those cold touches sending chills through him. Lysunder continues as he was, occasionally drifting to kiss at Dualscar's neck and jaw line. His back stays arched to accommodate his wings, both of which are starting to open a bit more.]
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Yeah, it's uh, the second rebellion, started by yours truly. [Closes his eyes, craning his head back and facing the sky.]
I lead hundreds of thousands of lowbloods and beasts to bring asunder the highblood laws enslaving our kind. It'll mean something, it'll change the world, hell, the old sea hag makes all the adults flee the planet because of it. Not what I wants exactly- [Lifts a bottle.]
But I guess I gotta take it. [Drinks.]
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Howw many times do I havve to tell you that you havve no sense a these things.
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Take a wild guess, stripes.
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[Remember how much of an ass hole is and just, melt into that horn grabbing a little.]
[Okay that'll be okay, just... bite his lip a bit, go for blood, push into it a bit make it something more sinister before pulling away. Damn, maybe alcohol wasn't a good idea.
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And whether he had true feelings for the Summoner or not, there is such a thing as a fling, and pailing just to feel some fleeting connection to another person. Dualscar had certainly done that many times over the centuries.
When Summoner bites him back, melts into him, then starts to pull away, Dualscar shoves forward almost mindlessly. He gives a growl and wraps his free arm around, pulling Summoner close to his chest.]
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[His knuckles pop a little, fingers stretching, palms flat against Dualscar's chest before he curls his digits tight, tugging on cape and cowl cloth as Dualscar shoves. Summoner's pretty damn hot as it is, body always inflamed, and with liquor running through his system, those cold seadweller lips are something really welcomed. So he doesn't really think when he's being shoved, just let's out a grunted huff and tugs, shoving closer into the kiss, but this time a heck of a lot less aggressive than before.]
[This is not a good idea. This is not a good idea and fuck why does Dualscar have to be so damn cool against his skin. His senses are kinda rushing around frantically along with the smell and haze of alcohol.]
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He swipes his tongue against Summoner's lips, giving a soft, lustful growl that rumbles from somewhere deep in his chest. He shifts onto his knees, trying to press him back.]
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Shit- w-w-w-
[Growls, deep, his stutter catching and not letting him continue as he's pushed back. His breath hitches, licking his lips and lifting a knee a little as his wings rustle to lay behind him properly before he's back to ground.]
The hell, Flounder-
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Don't fuckin' talk. Wwe don't need it.
[He whispers the words against Summoner's lips, and then kisses him again, deeply, thrusting his tongue into Summoner's mouth]
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[-Wait... right. Mindfang. It was black but he, touched her, a younger her, but her. He's kissed her and felt her a lot more recently than Summoner has. It's been sweeps since then. He can't help but think about it, about how kissing him is like being closer to her some how and he pushes in more, subconsciously grasping at what his heart still pumps for even if he wants to fight it, even after what she did. Soon his hands are sliding up and cupping the sides if Dualscar's face, rubbing thumbs over his cheeks and sliding his tongue to meet the colder one greeting between his lips. Eyes closed, pulling him closer, feeling his eyes push, dampening a little and his lips quiver.]
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But those gentle hands feel so wonderful. Like as if Signless were touching him again. What he never admitted to anyone was that if Signless' attention had moved more flushed, he'd have followed that current wherever it went.
He croons softly and deepens the kiss, tangling his tongue with Summoner's. He's not thinking about Mindfang right now - that's the whole point. In fact, the only thing he's really thinking about is how good Summoner feels, and how amazing he smells.]
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[Wait, who am I kidding? Is this at all emotionally healthy either? No. No it's not. It's actually pretty depressing to be honest, and is going to make him feel terrible later. But Summoner's getting some kind of odd temporary closure from it. His hazy mind merely thinking about the feel of everything, how swept up he is by it. He knows this isn't Mindfang, it's obvious, he's far too cold and clammy, and his size and shape is nothing like her. But that one attachment they both have Summoner can't stop thinking about so he continues.]
[The kiss deepens, lapping and sucking as he swallows, continuing to kiss Dualscar with a kind of fever, something Dualscar's right to interpret as something a great deal more red, because it is. Lysunder's heart aches as he continues, enjoying how it feels and keeping him close, upper body leaning up a little to press closer.]
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Just as he's okay with this getting really sweet and red and eager, despite the fact that the last time they found themselves in this sort of situation, it was black as pitch.
Dualscar finally loosens his fingers from around Summoner's horn, feeling safer and comforted by the way he's responding. Instead he combs his fingers into the red hair, claws scraping against his scalp just enough to tingle]
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[Also wow, please don't play along into the sensual aspect if this. It'd be a lot easier to deal with later if you started snarling and biting again. But now a hand is running through his hair and he cranes his neck back and sighs, arching his back a little and grinding upwards against him.]
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The more Summoner responds to more red stimulation, the more it encourages Dualscar to continue them, as clumsy as he might feel. If he were thinking straighter, he'd probably be worse at it. But instead he's working on instinct, and it's going okay.
His knee shifts forward, trying to push Summoner's legs further apart.]
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[If Dualscar feels awkward and strange doing flushed things, Summoner's a natural. He's keeping close, moving his hands here and there to rub and press against various parts of Dualscar's face and neck, sliding fingers behind his facial fins and rubbing against the skin there softly, brushing his thumbs over the fringed flesh. He kisses him deep, moving to work with Dualscar's actions instead of fighting against. And when that knee pushes closer he does as it wants, opening his legs a little more and even moving his hips closer to eagerly grind against his thigh.]
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This is so different from the last time they kissed, the last time they touched each other. Even though the alcohol haze, Dualscar's starting to notice. There's a part of him that's nervous at Summoner touching him in such sensitive places, despite how gentle it is.
Still, Summoner's eager reactions help to push away that nervousness, and he draws in a breath, grinding down against Summoner in response.]
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[That nervousness is easy to sense and Summoner just seems to naturally do his best to smooth it out; pulling from the kiss, curling forward and breathing a hot breath against the fin he's softly rubbing between fingers. Hips bucking up in a slow grind, leading Dualscar's movements smoothly as he arches his back up a little, wings barely twitching behind him. His movements are staying rather compassionate, but he's starting to move at a fast pace, making needy huffs and grunts against that fin near his mouth.]
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His fins quiver under Summoner's touch and he moans again, his own fingers moving to try to return the favour. Without harsh scratches or bites, he kisses the other troll almost sweetly, and runs a hand down his side, slipping a thumb up under his shirt to touch skin, but there's an air of discovery and wonder about the movements.
Summoner's needy noises and movements egg him on, and Dualscar slides his hand fully under Summoner's shirt, trying to push it up and bare his torso. His lips move down to his throat, and for an instant there's a scrape of teeth, before he remembers and gentles it again, using lips and tongue to stimulate]
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[His hands stay occupied, as does his mouth, so Dualscar's free to slide his hands up under his shirt. Granted the wrappings Summoner wraps his chest and arms with keeps most of his skin still hidden directly. Finger can still slide over his stomach though, he feels them softly glide over scars and muscles and huffs out a breath, those cold touches sending chills through him. Lysunder continues as he was, occasionally drifting to kiss at Dualscar's neck and jaw line. His back stays arched to accommodate his wings, both of which are starting to open a bit more.]
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