Neve had made fun of him once, for enjoying the hunt far more than the catch. And, truth be told, that mindset had been a problem in previous encounters. One off nights that never evolved into anything more because the interest died when the hunt was done. It was hard to imagine a life where the assassin besides him ever fully gave up the hunt- that one of them would ever win whatever romantic war game they'd found themselves in.
He broke Lucanis' gaze to toss his free arm over his face with a small groan, forearm blocking the light as his stomach and head, no longer pushed to the back of his mind with more enjoyable activities, started making themselves known.
"I'm going to be hungover in a few minutes, I think."
He was never drinking gingerwort again. Unless Spite really needed a talking to.
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Neve had made fun of him once, for enjoying the hunt far more than the catch. And, truth be told, that mindset had been a problem in previous encounters. One off nights that never evolved into anything more because the interest died when the hunt was done. It was hard to imagine a life where the assassin besides him ever fully gave up the hunt- that one of them would ever win whatever romantic war game they'd found themselves in.
He broke Lucanis' gaze to toss his free arm over his face with a small groan, forearm blocking the light as his stomach and head, no longer pushed to the back of his mind with more enjoyable activities, started making themselves known.
"I'm going to be hungover in a few minutes, I think."
He was never drinking gingerwort again. Unless Spite really needed a talking to.