Even. [ Soft, a low murmur, and Cain can't stop smiling, can't stop the wide grin that lights up his face as he stares at Percival, lets Percival cradle him so dearly. ] I've never been one for even, though.
[ No, Cain's not one for revenge, for getting even. He's not one for just merely evening the score, for coming out with a draw — he's always looked for a win, for the quickest, cleanest path to ending a battle decisively.
And that's why, even though his hand is bandaged, even though it pulls at his injury, he still hooks his free hand in the front of Percival's shirt and yanks, pulling Percival forward, onto him, spilling Percival onto the couch — onto him, no choice but for Percival to straddle him to avoid crushing him entirely, Percival's larger frame caging him in.
They end up with Cain grinning at Percival from up close. He tips his head up the last few inches and steals another kiss, quick and fleeting, with just a hint of eager delight. ]
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[ No, Cain's not one for revenge, for getting even. He's not one for just merely evening the score, for coming out with a draw — he's always looked for a win, for the quickest, cleanest path to ending a battle decisively.
And that's why, even though his hand is bandaged, even though it pulls at his injury, he still hooks his free hand in the front of Percival's shirt and yanks, pulling Percival forward, onto him, spilling Percival onto the couch — onto him, no choice but for Percival to straddle him to avoid crushing him entirely, Percival's larger frame caging him in.
They end up with Cain grinning at Percival from up close. He tips his head up the last few inches and steals another kiss, quick and fleeting, with just a hint of eager delight. ]
I've always preferred victory.