Heat blazed in green-eyes, energy crackling along his frame in response. Letting her blade go from where he'd gripped it when she'd struck, the ki in that hand dissipating save for the amount he was using to maintain the transformation. Which moved to brush her hair back, against her cheek--so very softly.
"I yield." Murmured softly, before his mouth met hers once more. His pride not so great, even if he was competitive, to not give her the victory. Knowing her well enough to know what suggesting that had cost.
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Date: 2019-12-12 03:08 am (UTC)"I yield." Murmured softly, before his mouth met hers once more. His pride not so great, even if he was competitive, to not give her the victory. Knowing her well enough to know what suggesting that had cost.