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"Beautiful as you are in the suit, I favor the idea of no suit." Omen admitted, stepping away from Sova. He held the other’s shoulders to turn and face him towards the mirror, standing behind him like a shadow with one arm wrapped around the hunter’s waist and the other hand lightly tracing Sova’s jawline. The Russian posed no resistance and willingly turned around to face the mirror once more, his hands letting go of Omen’s waist to rest his hands on the shadow’s arm around his own. "It’d make the occasion of dancing with you more special when you look this stunning at Reyna’s ball." Omen explained, briefly kissing the back of Sova’s neck before resting his head on the hunter’s sturdy shoulder.
"No suit then." Sova repeated back, attempting to turn his head to have a better view of the revenant standing behind him. He stopped himself, however, after realizing it was much easier to look at him through the mirror itself. "It does give us something to look forward to even more." The smile on his lips curled wider, however. It wasn’t Reyna’s ball that Sova was asking about. Sova was thinking of… well, the other kind. Limbs intertwining… and bodies pressed against each other…
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While the First Light gave a lot of agents their powers, it seemed that only Omen's came with the repercussion of pain, amnesia, and more. "I see," was all that the hunter could respond. It always brought a sinking feeling in Sova’s chest to watch Omen struggle with his powers while other Radiants consider theirs a gift.
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There was a peaceful silence in Sova’s room. Two soft breathing mingled with each other in a calm sleep. The Russian’s eyes were the first to open, his lids slowly lifting to find his room dark and void of sunlight. It took a while for his eyes to adjust, glancing around his room. While the setting was familiar, there was a feeling of displacement. It wasn’t amnesia. But he was sure that the last thing he did for the day was not turn in for bed for the night.
…What… happened..?
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"My fault?" Omen asked as he glanced back, twirling a karambit with a clawed finger. "How was it mine? That's not even the most distracting thing I could've done, Sova." He retorted with a chuckle, making eye contact with the Russian.
A moment of silence occurred between the two as Sova reloaded his gun and Omen stopped twirling the knife in his hand. While no words were exchanged, several thoughts were shared.
"Corner," Sova said, stepping towards Omen. His tone changed to a more serious one. There was a hint of mischief lying in the undertones. The shadowed figure immediately started walking backward, almost obediently. "Sova-" Omen started, but the Russian shook his head and interrupted, lifting a hand to point behind Omen. "Right here." A quiet focused "okay..." was uttered from the shadow.
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Flowers! who doesn't like those ? Sova does, because they remind him of someone.
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"Don't forget who you are, Omen, a man, not a monster."
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