[Of course Gladiolus would not merely let himself be kissed. Astrals forbid a Lucian prove useful. Ravus is pressed against the wall, lifted off his feet by Gladio's brute strength.
Gladiolus disarms and engages in this new battle. Ravus lets his saber drop so he can bury his fingers into Gladio's hair. He gives it a tug as he opens his mouth to lick at Gladio's lips.
As they kiss, function returns slowly to his left arm, first with a twitch of metal fingers, then in the joints of his arm. He could shove them apart, pick up his sword, and keep fighting... or they could keep up this skirmish. It's a simple matter of coming out of it with less manna, or with significantly more than he started with.
Logically, it is no contest. And maybe Gladiolus' shirtless form will be less frustrating to look upon once Ravus has indulged himself. One can only hope.]
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Gladiolus disarms and engages in this new battle. Ravus lets his saber drop so he can bury his fingers into Gladio's hair. He gives it a tug as he opens his mouth to lick at Gladio's lips.
As they kiss, function returns slowly to his left arm, first with a twitch of metal fingers, then in the joints of his arm. He could shove them apart, pick up his sword, and keep fighting... or they could keep up this skirmish. It's a simple matter of coming out of it with less manna, or with significantly more than he started with.
Logically, it is no contest. And maybe Gladiolus' shirtless form will be less frustrating to look upon once Ravus has indulged himself. One can only hope.]