feint of heart

ind. private & selective. dash only.

smart-mouthed, smug, and loyal mercenary oc. abel mimn. loved by wraith.

verse-orientated & low activity interactions.

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wraith. he/him. 21+. di.scord available upon request.

“So you keep saying. But isn’t it all fun trouble?”

If worse came to worse, she knows she can spook Helen into forgetting any transgression. She feared the Brutal, if only because she was a standing testament to the Administrator’s own failure.

The one thing she never tolerated well, if at all.

“I brought a bag for you,” Shannon gestures to a leather carry-on, full of a week’s worth of clothes and toiletries. Though she doesn’t mention it, Lennon has been well-stocked back at his apartment. She would only want for pets and a warm lap.

The Brutal kisses Abel on the mouth then, grinning. “We can go now. Or stay in bed a little while…”

There’s a sweet nostalgia to this. He’s reminded of late nights when he was a teen, slipping out of windows with six packs, running through streets and empty lots. It makes him smile. That part of him is still here after everything, and she brings it out in him, shares in it. 

It make him feel more alive than he has in a long time.

Abel hums into the kiss and sighs as she pulls away. Allows himself to relax fully now that his mind’s at ease.

The flat of her palm presses to Abel’s chest, forcing him back down as the mattress creaks. “I took care of it. Still know the system and got your schedule cleared and taken over by some unfortunate administrative saps. If Helen calls for you, you’re up North, sorting out a communications issue. No contact possible.”

A grin. “I’m not sharing you with anyone. Least of all with work.”

It takes a few moments for his heart beat to catch up with her words. It beats quick under her hand for a minute longer while Abel runs through the logistics of her work, processes it.