" * because, " chamber murmurs, allowing deadeye to pull away but cupping his cheek delicately. assuringly. " i don't want any more trouble, vincent... i don't want them getting in between us and risk them forcing us apart... " he murmurs.
chuckling. of course cypher knows. " alright. i just——want to be able to freely do this without compromising whatever the protocol or the legion are doing... " he mutters, quietly worried.
you'll laugh at me... ( grumbling, still. they both know it took * a while for thr both of them to act this way towards each other. chamber is more than thankful, though. who knew he actually liked being babied by someone younger than
" vincenttt, " the frenchman murmurs, pulling back a little. he pats deadeye's cheek, before a thumb caresses over pale skin. deadeye was even more pale than chamber, if that was even possible.
" the others... the legion... they do not
as you should.
i have survived some altercations involving close combat, but naturally assassins would have an easier time with me when they take me out.
( grumble grumble. wants to curl up but bruises hurt... )










