[ It feels too good to be true, the way this turned out. Part of him doesn’t doubt it’ll all go to hell somehow later, because that’s how it’s always ended up before. But again, there’s that hope. That mad hope that lead him to Deadlock, deep into Blackwatch, and now here into her arms. The one that sees the potential for disaster and finds it worth all the risk, for all that could go right.
He kisses her back, and the kiss is a promise that he won’t stop chasing that hope until she does. And maybe not even then. ]
Sure does beat a high noon standoff, [ he agrees when their lips part, though he doesn’t increase the distance between them by much at all. ]
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He kisses her back, and the kiss is a promise that he won’t stop chasing that hope until she does. And maybe not even then. ]
Sure does beat a high noon standoff, [ he agrees when their lips part, though he doesn’t increase the distance between them by much at all. ]
Not that those weren’t always a good time.