Zephhhhh

cipher nine sees it, in those last few moments before they part ways, both hoping that they'll never see each other again.

and theron can only just barely hold back the bitter laugh, that this happens here and now, the cipher shoving him behind a crumbling wall and pulling his jacket from his shoulders with a rushed sort of desperation.

and nine pauses; just a half second, and theron screws his eyes shut because he doesn't want to do this right now.

actually, if he had any say in the matter, he never wants to do this.

("you're with the republic, aren't you?")

but instead of pulling away or freezing up or any number of the things theron has racing through his head,

cipher nine's hands find his shoulders, shove him against the crumbling rock behind him, and then teeth graze across the words on theron's neck, and theron bites back a groan; leaning his head back against the wall.