towerofanimus | we need some downtime

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we need some downtime

Characters: the grand highblood
Setting: that weird spring forever floor
Format: don't care
Summary: he is bleeding a little but he's pretty beat up from that fight, and worn out. being a big target is tough work, ok??? he's been wandering around the new floors and found himself sitting out in the middle of the grassy field. oh god do you want to approach him? he looks surprisingly peaceful???
Warnings: the grand highblood

[ it's really bright on this floor, but he found himself adjusting to it somewhat. it definitely wasn't anything as strong as Alternia's sun. he's sore, scratched up, bruised and plain old tired, so he's sitting in the middle of a grassy field, surrounded by delicate yellow and purple flowers.

a very bizarre scene indeed.

he's just resting up, trying to regain some strength. ]

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[...wow that's pretty creepy bro. Especially since he... doesn't really stir for quite awhile. There are little twitches here and there, especially in his wings, and once when he looks like whatever he's dreaming is going to wake him up right quick, but it just ends in another weird, sudden opening of his wings and then he's down again]

[When he finally does wake up, it's with a startled gasp, planting his hands and getting a knee underneath himself... before he realizes whatever startled him was a dream and also he is so tired. And at that point, he just... kinda... flops back onto the ground, squeezing his eyes shut]

[...]

[Wait. Fuck, he's not alone is he. Opens an eye to stare sidelong at the Highblood. Oh no... what are you doing here... right next to him... ya weirdo]

[each twitch and flutter of the wings while the summoner continues snoozing has an almost calming effect on the highblood. even when they flare open suddenly, he just blinks a few times, mostly just entranced by them.

the summoner awaking doesn't really get a reaction out of the highblood. he just gazes down at him calmly, like this is totally a normal thing that they did. when their eyes meet, he shifts slightly to lean forward.]

Boo, motherfucker. [he chuckles, leaning back again, watching carefully.]

[...........well. He is not super sure what to make of this then. There is something almost... pleasant? about it. He is pretty quick to blame that on how nice this floor is though, and while he also doesn't react to the Highblood's words, he does turn his head as far as he can before his horn gets caught against the ground. Looking him over...]

[He didn't really have a chance to be surprised about this last time, but now that they're not in the middle of a giant battle, he lets it sink in that... well... he killed this guy, but here he is alive and... a little beat up, but apparently healthy. His eyes linger for a second at his throat, and he feels himself mourning the loss of the scars. Which is weird. Not as weird as it used to be, but still. Weird. Sighs after a second, closing his eyes again and scrubbing a hand over his face. Wake up wake up]

Keeping an eye out for me, Highblood...? How sweet...

[He offers a tired, lopsided grin. There's lots of things going through the highblood's mind, and his death by the Summoner's hands is certainly one of them. It's a memory he quite cherishes, actually, the one who he can truly love to hate returning the sentiments so honestly and earnestly. Even if he sort of let him kill him, it was definitely worth it, he thinks.

It could've been so easy to just take advantage of the Summoner's position and return the gesture, but he can be patient. There are proper times for these sorts of things.]

You know better than motherfucking anyone that the only thing you all need looking out from is me, but maybe it's just your lucky day.

[Something like pride wakes up in his head at the suggestion that the Highblood thinks he is the only thing he has to worry about. Says maybe he's proved himself a little. But he's... dissatisfied with it almost immediately. It is, after all, only a few pithy words. Anyone could say it. It's not like he even knows if that's how the Highblood meant it. There is that terrible rising sense that he should be trying to hurt him again, but... he doesn't really... want to fight anyone right now. Hhhhhhh emotions what are you doing]

[Makes this kind of low, throaty sound, a pleased sort of croon. But a second later, he drops his hand again and the smirk on his face says he is (mostly) just mocking him]

Flattery may have done you good in the past, but uh, I'm not, that easy.

[WHICH MAY OR MAY NOT BE A LIE. Either way, he finally moves to sit up so he's properly facing the Highblood. In case his luck runs out. Which it tends to in his experience... His wings shift as he moves, opening as he pushes himself up, shifting for balance, and then only folding halfway once he's settled again. They drag against the ground like this, but at least it's not as bad as if he folded them completely... And despite the fact that... he does not appear injured at all except for a faded bruise now obvious on the underside of his jaw, he's still moving like someone hit him repeatedly with a meat tenderizer... lskjdf]

You look like shit, by the way.

[All he does is snicker, but then stifles a sigh as the Summoner sits up. He wonders in the back of his thinkpan just how long this fascination with the wings would last, as he watches them open, fold, settle... the way it bends against the ground...]

I would be all saying that the motherfucking same goes for you, but that would be a lie. Brother don't even got a single fucking scratch, save for that nice shit-stain of a blemish on your face.

[he reaches out to point at it, but stops before he can actually touch the Summoner.]

[His eyes go to dat hand hovering right there, and while he looks... rather skeptical as to its purpose, he doesn't react to it except to straighten his shoulders slightly. What are you doing, waiting for his permission or something? If you're gonna touch him, do it. Lets his gaze wander up the Highblood's arm and back up to his face after a second]

The advantage of fighting with a weapon, I guess. [Though to say he is completely unscathed would be wrong. Most of his pain is stuff his sponge is determined to convince his body is there though. Which doesn't mean he doesn't hurt or isn't exhausted, just that it doesn't really show up on his skin]

[He's not waiting for permission exactly, but sort of deciding whether or not it'd be a good idea or not to--OK, the arm drops a little at first, distracted a little by something else, but then suddenly shoves him.

Not too hard, but definitely enough to try and bowl him over. There's no way he couldn't be injured, not with those movements. He does a little laugh under his breath, retracting his arm.]

I suppose that would be all it, but I'd be motherfucking damned if your abilities left no ill side-effects.

[LKSJDKLFJS yep, he's pretty well bowled over at least until his wings start to bend in a rather uncomfortable way, and then it's only instinct that gets his hands behind him to catch himself. Probably the quiet tension in his voice makes it obvious that uh... yeah that hurt??? YOU'RE A DICK??????]

What the fuck, bulgelicker. [Glares at him for a second, before just... sliding... rather slowly... away from him. Just enough that he can settle his wings again. As much as he'd really like to rip the Highblood's face off for that, he is so not in the mood to fight right now. And that is winning out for the moment] There's nothing, wrong with me that wouldn't be wrong with, anyone after fighting for a week. Even with a uh, more conventional weapon.

[He shrugs, recalling the brief moment where the Summoner had indulged him in some details about his state while communing with the beasts.]

Heh, nothing wrong at all about that wicked noise. Just getting my motherfucking wonderment on about how that all works on your thinkpan, motherfucker.

[Then he suddenly surges forward, leaning towards the Summoner with a grin that seems neither friendly nor threatening, just sort of wavering in between.] So, tell me. What's that all like, being trapped in a monster's head for a motherfucking week?

[LKJSDLKFJSLDKFJLKSD jerks back, one hand coming up in defense...! Until he realizes the Highblood isn't actually attacking him... Dammit Highblood. Settles back where he was again, surprisingly calm for having a subjugglator getting all up in his business like this. He keeps his hand up though, claws close enough to be a threat even if they aren't touching him]

I imagine it uh... is a lot like being trapped in your head. Only it ends eventually, and then you can, be a rational troll again. So uh... I guess maybe you don't, have a good frame of reference for me to compare it to. [CHEEKY. SMILE. OH NO]

[Ooh, you think you are just SO CLEVER. His grin doesn't falter per se, but it thins out slightly and his eyes narrow. It's not like he takes that as an insult, but the way the Summoner says it certainly makes him stop and think.]

Heh heh, you think you're all so motherfucking cute. It's just a shame that you can't be all knowing what goes on up in here, motherfucker. [taps the side of his head.] You'd be all sorts of surprised. Maybe you'd motherfucking love it.

[Hhhhhmmmmmmm... oh no feelings again. Wrinkles his nose just slightly and mostly at himself because, oddly, horribly, his first thought was i WONDER, and that's terrible. Why would he ever want to know what a highblood is thinking. Fffffuck this]

[Dat smirk returns after a second though]

Uh... no, I know I'm adorable as fuck. And if you, can't tell something that simple, then I sure don't want to see what else is rattling around, in there.

[The highblood moves back to cackle loudly, but he doesn't deny it! More like, he laughs it off like it was just all the funniest thing in the world.]

Don't motherfucking knock it if you haven't motherfucking tried it... is what I would all say, if that shit even worked on a brother.

[Dick }:T But at least he can breathe a little easier now that he's backed the hell up. He even drops his hand back to his knee, tsking faintly. His wings open, wave at the air and then settle once again]

I've uh... been in enough pans driven by instinct and rage. Yours really wouldn't, be anything new. Promise. [Unless of course there's some side to you he hasn't seen yet. But uh... he looks pretty skeptical about that at the moment]

[His gaze goes once around when the wings open, then back to the Summoner's face when they settle.]

Heh, yeah. You're just all the motherfucking expert here, aren't you?

[Not that he means anything by that, but you're doing a lot of assuming, silly lowblood! But he doesn't offer anything else and just stretches languidly, making sure to crack and pop all the joints he possibly could, then sighs. It's so damn warm on this floor.]

[He is just... going to wait... until all of that stretching and joint popping is over. Yes, he's watching. No, it is not especially subtle. He is trying really hard not to give a fuck about where his eyes decide to go when he is around the Highblood anymore]

Well I can uh, only hope that... if you had something interesting to share, you'd do it. We're alone after all. [Little gesture around the room] Use your words, Highblood, or... I guess I will have to keep assuming you are, little better then a woofbeast off his chain. [Possibly he shouldn't be purposefully challenging him when he's this tired.............. OH WELL!!!]

[He can feel them eyes, man. It's not like he was expecting it or anything! NOPE. But he enjoys it, of course, smiling on the inside.

He rubs his chin thoughtfully, like this had only just occurred to him. Yes, they are indeed alone, but man, proving something to the lowblood was not something he had planned on doing. This makes his mouth twitch in a small frown. It feels like the Summoner was leading him into some sort of trap...or admit something he never would...and well, that just sounded a little too pale for his tastes.

But despite all this, he turns that little frown upside-down.]

Why you gotta put a brother on the spot like that? Now it all just looks like I'm trying to motherfucking hard.

[MILD DISAPPOINTMENT OH NO....... okay it's gone pretty quick though, just about as soon as he leans forward slightly and feels half his muscles shriek at him for moving. Raises his eyebrow in a sort of aM i MAKING YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, oH SORRY, expression before he returns to where he was]

I was only, reiterating my offer to listen if you cared, to talk. You uh, seemed pretty insistent there was something... good about being in your sponge. [Shrugs mildly. NOT HIS FAULT IF YOU MISINTERPRETED HIS RATHER CONFRONTATIONAL LANGUAGE!!! NOPE!!!!]

[WHAT...WERE YOU EVEN EXPECTING???? He sort of rolls his eyes at him, tempted to punch him in the face...just because. Cheeky ass motherfucker.]

Heh heh, well, that...see, it involves motherfucking instinct and a pinch of rage, so it did not motherfucking apply.

[MAYBE A FIGHT...... WAIT NO. NOT ANYTHING OKAY SHUT UP. He has a lot of feelings alright and most of them are at odds with each other deadcatmonster.jpg]

[So uh... yeah, the temptation is mutual. But that's there all the time now, so he just... squints at him. What the hell are you talking about... What that. Does he really want to know. Not really. Or maybe really a lot. Feelings... Problems... He is just going to sit here and stew in silence cause he has no idea what to say about this mysterious that. He feels like maybe he should have gotten more out of it then just... the Highblood finally agreeing he is basically just an animal... hhhhhhhh]

Problem, Summoner? [he chuckles at the silence, taking it as a sign that the rebel is having some sort of...inner conflict.

He'll call himself an animal in front of the Summoner any day, versus saying something that might make him seem weak. He slowly leans forward, grinning devilishly.]

See, words just aren't my motherfucking thing when you're all up in my presence. Sometimes they just all up and ruin the motherfucking mood of things.

[Mirrors... him... leaning forward as well, little muscles in his shoulders and arms going tense. Here, look, words are not really his thing either, so he just... echoes himself from their very first conversation in the tower. The tone of it is completely different though, not mocking so much as... tense. Expectant maybe]

I am really sorry that I give you so many uncomfortable feelings. [Significant eyebrow raise. So what are you gonna do about it, huh, bro? Cause he, personally, would maybe be okay if words stopped even being a thing right now. Especially when they're getting in the way of the mood and all]

You sure are, motherfucker. Even if you are not right now, you motherfucking will be... [Taking the Summoner's body language into account, he feels like maybe this is a good time to just slide forward so that when he leans in, giant arms on either side, his lips hover over the Summoner's ear.] Because I can be all kinds of motherfucking demanding.

[And with that, the words are over. No more words from him from here on out for an indefinite period of time. He brushes his lips over the Summoner's jawline, teeth bared, and captures the other's lips in a very prickly but heated kiss, not really giving him much time to react. It's...better than he imagined, but he has to remind himself to control himself.]

[Oh no... OH NO. HE IS REALLY OKAY WITH THIS. In point of fact, he is much much more then okay with this, not least because now he knows for sure that his own kiss was not misplaced. Confirmation is an awesome feeling]

[The voice against his ear makes his eyes widen, makes him shiver and he is halfway through suppressing said shiver when he's caught and drawn into this kiss. So he's damn near shaking under the Highblood's mouth at first. And then there is that confused flutter of emotion. And only when he decides that this is definitely a thing he wants to continue right now does he finally return the kiss]

[His hand shoots up, claws sliding against the Highblood's jaw until they find a hank of all that ridiculous hair. Twists it all up into his fist, tugging at it, pulling him closer, or at least holding him there as his mouth parts just enough to scrape the sharpest edge of his teeth against the Highblood's lip. You are really not the only one who can be demanding, bro]

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