against valerie’s porcelain countenance. “ i stood up for a cause they weren’t on board with. ” a pause. “ just to be tossed to the garbage disposal where my grave is, not even a mark. ”
“ i did wrong by them, though .. i wouldn’t blame them if they forgot me. you’re .. the first person i’ve ever felt i’ve done somethin’ good. ” the frigid steel, turned warm of metallic thumb glides ꜜ
he’d earned a light scoff, a shake of her head and a rolling of her eyes. “ that’s not true, and you know it. look at me .. ” a reassuring kiss to his lips is given. “ fuck the corps. they don’t ↓
zero out th' NC's boogeyman .ᐣ that'll definitely send th' message. fuck, take him out, they'll be the most vulnerable that they've ever been. . but Smasher───── fuck . Y'think it's even possible t' really kill a fucker like that .ᐣ
soothed by her touch, he leans inward, angled so his cheek manages to tenderly lean against valerie’s palm, kisses trail alongside her palm. optics flutter, reaching the base of her palm. “ at what cost? ꜜ
her eyes softened; the back of femme hands lingering around his cheekbone, expression turning a bit pitiful. “ you’re not old news, johnny. maybe in the eyes of corpo——rats, but you’re still a legend in →
where did that get me, vee? ” orbs flicker into a half—lit state. reminiscing on the decisions of his past, leading to his inevitable death in his stand against arasaka. ꜜ
“ why’d ’saka have a clone of me? you’re givin’ me too much credit here. ” fingertips linger over her form, over the singular leg that hooked him in place, massaging it lightly. ꜜ
before she could respond, the bombarding of kisses momentarily sidetracks her; a singular leg wrapping around his frame to ‘effectively’ lock him in place. she doesn’t miss a single one, kissing him back with →
more profound than the passion he incessantly relays in this moment. a kiss, followed by a subsequent one, then again and again.. until he deepens the passion.
“ you sure? told you already, if it comes between me and you.. i’d choose you. ” he’d already made up his mind in that regard, an unwavering sense of preserving valerie’s sacred life, perhaps out of a ꜜ
“ i don’t care. ‘m gonna find a way. ” her vocals were stern, but didn’t lack emotional desperation. this was the type of determination that stubborn people refuse to change their minds from. but she .