I don't want any other partner than you. It was dumb just how much that phrase made his heart swell in his chest. The emotion was overwhelming--in a good way, at least. It was really all Reno had to say to reassure Rude.
It wasn't all that was said though. Rude kept his head low, close to Reno as he listened to his partner's words. They made sense--as much as the reminder still hurt, it made sense in a way that he could easily see Reno falling into. It was just their dumb way to go all out to protect one another, in a way that sometimes was a bit destructive to them.
But they always came out on top, didn't they. Rude just had to remember that. Guess as dumb as they were, luck was still on their side for some reason. (Maybe they amused her.)
"...you idiot," he eventually replied with a deep rumbling in the back of his throat. It wasn't a growl. Not quite a purr but very close. Something oddly affectionate. "You would do that."
He nuzzled into Reno's cheek once more, showing his--not quite approval--acceptance of the explanation. An acceptance and understanding that in the end it wasn't Reno's fault. The redhead had tried his best with what little hold he had left. Rude could accept that, and be reassured that Reno still cared for him. If that kind of dedication even through the throes of mind control didn't prove it, what the hell else could?
Feeling Rude understand makes him feel as if a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders. He doesn't need the approval of that decision, ultimately it was a stupid thing and a mistake on his part— and a Turk has only one way of dealing with a mistake of this sort; learn, adapt, not allow it to happen ever again.
But the Turk part of his brain gets suddenly put on a backburner! Impossible to think this could happen, would it ever— and an impulse makes him play right into a possessive instinct of a dragon that he knows is there. Tune into poking into it.
Being careful because something might cause trouble just isn't Reno's style. Trouble are a thrill of life, right? Besides, Rude, he simply put trusts. Trust to go just exactly as far as they can take it.
Still, calling him dumb is rude, Rude! Well deserved, true, but still...! He punctuates that slight with the softest thump onto Rude's chest followed by a huff.
"The fucking best, and one in a kind. You can't find one like that anywhere else." he releases the fist and travels his hand up Rude's torso, to put his finger under his jaw. "Just like you. One of a kind. Forged to fit one another. Special shitty snowflakes that we are"
"Hmm. Is that what we are?" He said with a low rumble. The finger at his jaw caused him to raise his head just a little, and he looked down at Reno with an enticed glint in his eye. "I won't object to that. I like being made for you."
And vice versa. It was an arousing concept. To have his very own perfectly molded...soul mate? Was that what they were? Too philosophical for his taste. It didn't really matter. Whatever they were, they were perfect for each other. That was all that really mattered.
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It wasn't all that was said though. Rude kept his head low, close to Reno as he listened to his partner's words. They made sense--as much as the reminder still hurt, it made sense in a way that he could easily see Reno falling into. It was just their dumb way to go all out to protect one another, in a way that sometimes was a bit destructive to them.
But they always came out on top, didn't they. Rude just had to remember that. Guess as dumb as they were, luck was still on their side for some reason. (Maybe they amused her.)
"...you idiot," he eventually replied with a deep rumbling in the back of his throat. It wasn't a growl. Not quite a purr but very close. Something oddly affectionate. "You would do that."
He nuzzled into Reno's cheek once more, showing his--not quite approval--acceptance of the explanation. An acceptance and understanding that in the end it wasn't Reno's fault. The redhead had tried his best with what little hold he had left. Rude could accept that, and be reassured that Reno still cared for him. If that kind of dedication even through the throes of mind control didn't prove it, what the hell else could?
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But the Turk part of his brain gets suddenly put on a backburner! Impossible to think this could happen, would it ever— and an impulse makes him play right into a possessive instinct of a dragon that he knows is there. Tune into poking into it.
"Mmmm, that's right" he coos "Yours"
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For now though it got another low growl out of Rude, rough sounding but exuding love nonetheless somehow. A very possessive and demanding love.
"My dumb bird, huh? Good thing he's damn pretty and the best at what he does."
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Still, calling him dumb is rude, Rude! Well deserved, true, but still...! He punctuates that slight with the softest thump onto Rude's chest followed by a huff.
"The fucking best, and one in a kind. You can't find one like that anywhere else." he releases the fist and travels his hand up Rude's torso, to put his finger under his jaw. "Just like you. One of a kind. Forged to fit one another. Special shitty snowflakes that we are"
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And vice versa. It was an arousing concept. To have his very own perfectly molded...soul mate? Was that what they were? Too philosophical for his taste. It didn't really matter. Whatever they were, they were perfect for each other. That was all that really mattered.