Irista put his chin on Cossus's shoulder. "I want to hunt again." @lovely-lacrymole
“What type of hunting?” Cossus asks as he leans back and runs his hand through Irista’s hair.
@lovely-lacrymole (woops)
He clicks his tongue happily, leaning into the touch. "Like, humans."
“Well, there are cultists on the planet below. Technically we’re defending them. But the Ecclesiarchy can suck it. I’d ask Darius first, but he’ll probably let you hunt some of their priests. They wanted the Revenants here to defend the priests agaisnt ‘the heretical masses’, which are just the native population who are starving while the priests feast.”
"Darius is your boss, not mine. I'm gonna hunt myself some priests." He gave Cossus a kiss before pulling away.
“Irista, please just tell Darius. He’s not going to tell you no. He just needs to be able to come up with a cover story in case you get caught.”
He scoffed in fake hurt. "You think I might get caught? Cossie, my entire life, I have been evading notice from people who want to kill me."
“Irista, it’ll calm my anxiety. Please?” Cossus then whips out the big guns.
He pouts.
“...You will be the death of me one day. You know that, right?”
Cossus exclaims in alarm. “What?! But I’d never kill you! And I’ll protect you till the day I die!”
“...Metaphorically, Cossie. I didn’t mean to say I think you’ll actually kill me.”
“Oh. I’m bad with metaphors.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, then. I love you, darling.”