“Fortune”

He’s content. Could sit here forever, for the rest of time. It’s just.. so calm.

Done.

With how his arms are cradled around her? They’ll be stuck together for quite a while. As for their duties? Seems those could wait, they’re a bit busy at the moment..

He plans to. As for now, it’s going to be difficult to pry him away. Given their.. ‘Position’.

Cold steel, battered cloth. The hallmarks of his life, followed with grim faces and blood. Feeling something other than pain, and darkened thoughts is odd. Unique. But it’s a nice feeling. Warming. He’ll stay a little while. She’s.. soft.

Some dislike him, most fear him. It’s an endless cycle of darkened emotion. When a chance shines to embrace a more delicate theme, he can’t help but embrace it.

This ‘fondness’ is more than evident in their previous.. ..’engagements’.

[☢️] I’ve gotta find someone who can dom/interrogate Fortune. No one’s gotten the best of him yet.

Who’s up for sex. Kinky, or Vanilla. Public, or private.

Ugh.

… Forget it. I’m dealing with you myself later.

They put restrictions on you cause the LAST time I came to your containment cell— We both know what happened.

Dealing with you IS my job.

Don’t force me to make up some excuse, just so I can shut you up.

Ugh. Shut up. It’s working, asshole.

You’re just trying to rile me up, aren’t you?

Look— The faster I’m done with this, the faster you can go back to taunting me.

Shush. Go get tested on, or something. Just don’t text at the moment. I’m in a briefing.