It was a refrain Midnighter would find himself returning to over and over throughout the night, sparing glances at the older man when it wouldn't put him in a tactical disadvantage. Even in the dead of night, Apollo was a shining sun, his movements precise and so, so passionate. There was no mistaking the sun god's motivations, nor his lack of patience as he went through his seemingly limitless energy reserves.
(M knew that they weren't limitless; had monitored his partner a little more thoroughly as the night went on should he need to be pulled out of a spot the white haired man would normally be able to handle. There hadn't been, so he instead focused on his own morons.)
The second thought that would inevitably cross his mind was that despite whatever the hell they were, whatever gravitational pull that brought the two together, he was still an interloper. Someone that shouldn't be stealing glances at such a handsome man... only to be reminded once more just how handsome Apollo truly was in the moonlight. The continuous staccato of emotions pushed him just a little harder than usual, as he was all too happy to take it out on his assigned idiots' faces.
M could feel more than see Apollo's eyes on him as he spoke, knowing as well as the other that the task was at last complete; all 6 natives in a crumpled heap at their feet, deeply regretting their life choices. He turned, ready to ask how much the other man had worn himself out, when not even the computer brain could prepare him for the question Apollo got out first.
It takes him a second to reply, the depth of that question not lost on him in the slightest. They had always returned to Midnighter's place, on the pretense that his apartment could go anywhere, and made it easier for the pair to come and go once the sun finally rose.
A luxury that an apartment in Nonah most definitely did not have.
"I could use the change of scenery," he manages to reply nonchalantly, throwing in a practiced grin for good measure.
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It was a refrain Midnighter would find himself returning to over and over throughout the night, sparing glances at the older man when it wouldn't put him in a tactical disadvantage. Even in the dead of night, Apollo was a shining sun, his movements precise and so, so passionate. There was no mistaking the sun god's motivations, nor his lack of patience as he went through his seemingly limitless energy reserves.
(M knew that they weren't limitless; had monitored his partner a little more thoroughly as the night went on should he need to be pulled out of a spot the white haired man would normally be able to handle. There hadn't been, so he instead focused on his own morons.)
The second thought that would inevitably cross his mind was that despite whatever the hell they were, whatever gravitational pull that brought the two together, he was still an interloper. Someone that shouldn't be stealing glances at such a handsome man... only to be reminded once more just how handsome Apollo truly was in the moonlight. The continuous staccato of emotions pushed him just a little harder than usual, as he was all too happy to take it out on his assigned idiots' faces.
M could feel more than see Apollo's eyes on him as he spoke, knowing as well as the other that the task was at last complete; all 6 natives in a crumpled heap at their feet, deeply regretting their life choices. He turned, ready to ask how much the other man had worn himself out, when not even the computer brain could prepare him for the question Apollo got out first.
It takes him a second to reply, the depth of that question not lost on him in the slightest. They had always returned to Midnighter's place, on the pretense that his apartment could go anywhere, and made it easier for the pair to come and go once the sun finally rose.
A luxury that an apartment in Nonah most definitely did not have.
"I could use the change of scenery," he manages to reply nonchalantly, throwing in a practiced grin for good measure.
He will not fuck this up.