#voidxneon

       “I love the colour of her hair. The way it feels. I can’t help it, somethin’ ‘bout it draws me in. Somethin’ ‘bout her draws me in.        Fuck. She’s one o’ them people, you know. There’s a wall there, carefully tested and built, but there’s gates. Places for people to get in if they’re worthy. I’m trynna prove I could be one o’ them.       She draws ya in but - she’s smart as a fox, cunning and quick and fast. Funny. She’s sillier than she lets on. We do things and it’s easy. It’s fun, it’s just.       Yeah, she’s good value. Can’t wait to turn up drunk at my own doorstep again and have her there, waitin’ to look after me.”

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       He insisted on walking her to her workshop/lab/office whatever the space was that all Warlock’s seemed to have. And that’s where he was standing currently, outside the door, heart it felt trying to forcefully punch out of his body. How rude.        “I had a real nice time, Hulla,” he said with a nervous, shy little grin, looking at her quickly. “Lookin’ forward to doin’ it again,”       He stooped a little bit, his hand resting on her shoulder gently, carefully and pressed a sweet, gentle kiss to her cheek, blushing furiously behind his curtain of hair.       “See you soon, and be careful yeah?” He said it against her skin before standing straight and beaming at her, moving away with a wave over his shoulder before she caught the fire engine red colour of his face.

/I already mentioned that he’s really awkward over it. Takes him a while to actually get down to it with someone he cares for.

/Hopefully you mean for Roman. And he’ll fight her off. 

   “Huuu...fuck.” He clawed at the cloth over on the table and dragged the cloak over himself. “Jokes on you, Lala.”

   The hunter groaned under the silence, a hand pressing to the girl’s lips, shoving them away slowly. “Hyeah, yeah, yeah. Jussss...let me sleep...a few more minuuutes.”

...what. have you ever played battlefront? also you play destiny? that’s just as repetitive.