Tybalt was so far Robin's foil in the after rush of battle. Where the Fae sank, he flew, and he was all too happy to drag his best friend back up to the surface with him and pull him into the world of living for a while longer.
The blood and grime of battle that still remained caked on his skin in places pulled tight as it dried and he growled, a feral, animal sound when Robin broke away. But he mimicked the other man's actions and his own was shed quickly, tossed away until he felt the lightened relief of the weight of it off him at last. Even in the heat of battle his armor was lighter than it should safely have been, the cat refusing to sacrifice his quick agility for a few shreds or added 'safety' and it showed in the scars that graced his skin down his torso, across his arms, along his sides.
Tybalt tugged Robin back into the kiss, his bleeding lip smearing against Robin's, and his nails scraping at the other man's skin. Let him take whatever sparks of life he needed from the Cat. He was filled with enough fire for both of them.
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Date: 2012-10-11 10:39 am (UTC)The blood and grime of battle that still remained caked on his skin in places pulled tight as it dried and he growled, a feral, animal sound when Robin broke away. But he mimicked the other man's actions and his own was shed quickly, tossed away until he felt the lightened relief of the weight of it off him at last. Even in the heat of battle his armor was lighter than it should safely have been, the cat refusing to sacrifice his quick agility for a few shreds or added 'safety' and it showed in the scars that graced his skin down his torso, across his arms, along his sides.
Tybalt tugged Robin back into the kiss, his bleeding lip smearing against Robin's, and his nails scraping at the other man's skin. Let him take whatever sparks of life he needed from the Cat. He was filled with enough fire for both of them.