“...You sure weren't kidding about putting on a show.” Ver—very, very focused on the pass of his cleaning rag over sleek, black metal and glowing, purple electrope panels—can see the Tyrant sitting up straighter on the bench out of the corner of his eye, his thighs spread at an angle that leaves very little to the imagination. The spot he's scrubbing is suddenly running for the title of cleanest piece of equipment in the city. And there it is again, that low, gravelly chuckle that lodges itself somewhere under Ver's most vital organs and gives them a hearty flip. “Yeah? Enjoyed yourself, did you?”

Chat this elf is so fucking cooked he's gonna evaporate....

VerTyrant probably isn't long-term ship material either let's be real but hey, I'm gonna make them fuck and nobody can do anything to stop me.

#halfic | #verling