Fate (Take) Kursunav
[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.
…Fate wasn’t supposed to be here. He doesn’t know when he came— maybe he should look into more on links and such so his lover didn’t surprise him this way. Just suddenly standing in front of him when he wasn’t there a mere blink before, taking the strike from Actor with his own cane across the face. They weren’t even supposed to come across each other. Perhaps that’s why Fate was there so quick, as it was a real chance encounter.
Too many emotions to name boiled in Kursunav, being defended in this way, for Fate to be hit in front of him. Taking a strike meant for him. Erevacterr already appearing and teleporting Actor away. She had shot Fate a certain look as she did, one that seemed to almost be apologetic if the way she didn’t retaliate was anything to go by. Kursunav’s tendrils had shot from him, around Fate, piercing all over where Actor had been.
His eyes glowed brightly in a way that suggested rage, visible even through his bangs, aura lashing a bit as it pulled itself back to him. Never once striking Fate himself, Kursunav was still in control, but he did take a deep breath, twitching, before cracking his neck. Another tendril moving to grasp Fate by the collar, bringing the man face to face to him while he examined him. He knew the hit was nothing to Fate, not even anywhere compared to what he did just for their own fun and sexy times, but his possessiveness had him needing to check on his mate. Another tendril coming up to brush over the already healed cheek, if damage was inflicted at all. To feel his lover, to contain himself from going after the Actor. He said he wouldn’t, and though he was struggling with that at the moment because he had struck his love, his Fate, Vihlkrivsu, he, as always, was in control of himself.
The time will come in that one fight he is to be allotted. He will make sure Actor knows just how badly he screwed up in it, have him bow at his lover’s feet and beg for forgiveness before he’s allowed to go be collected by his god. Fate said nothing about what may be done in the mere minute after the fights complete, and losers often do concede something…. The apology to Fate ought to be fit.
“You will not do that again, my Beloved.”