heavily makes out with
⚔️ *:･ﾟ✧┆lips were made for more than talking. ❪ @dragonaea ❫
It was a RISKY mission. The dragoon and the cyborg were both ambitious and reckless, taking up even the most LIFE-THREATENING of operations if it led to more coin. It’s what they did to SURVIVE. And more so, to entertain themselves.
Nonetheless, it was still a CHALLENGE for the two mercenaries. The beast towering before them with was perhaps the most FORMIDABLE they had ever faced. An abhorrent fiend– a creature wrought from HELL– with more arms than Yozora could count. With every SEVERED limb, another FIVE regenerated.
The experiment LOST SIGHT of his partner halfway through the battle. The daemon was so large that it was easy to be OBSCURED by its fleshy tendrils. Yet as his plasma blade CARVED clean through its neck– sundering head from GROTESQUE body– Aranea was still nowhere to be seen.
That is, until he turned around. ❛ There you– ❜ Yozora begun before the dragoon’s lips COLLIDED with his own, dancing tongue ignorant of the CARNAGE encircling them. And perhaps out of the lack of prying eyes ( besides the head of the daemon at the corner of his gaze ), the fugitive reciprocated the passion, arm SNAKING her waist to draw the commodore closer.
