[ Flynn pushes a kiss against the side of his head to stop himself swatting at Yuri instead. The blanket really does radiate heat, and it feels good on Flynn's exhausted body, too. He'd gotten so stiff over the last few days, probably the lack of sleep, and now that he's lying here and Yuri is safe, he can't get up the strength to get up again. Instead he throws a thigh over Yuri's, letting his own bulk pin Yuri down like he seems to like, and lets his fingers drift down the side of his arm under the blanket. ]
[ Honestly, Yuri was expecting something a little more sophisticated than that. Flynn is the Commandant of the Empire. Right?
And he says "swords."
A laugh wells up in Yuri's chest, his body shaking until it bursts out of him, bright and loud, and for the first time in too many days, he feels happy. He's happy and safe and home and, yeah, that was horrible. It was terrible, and he still hurts and his mind feels heavy, but Flynn is right here next to him, saying he would have taken on all those guys with just his sword because he wanted to get to Yuri and
[ Flynn can't find it anywhere in himself to be annoyed with Yuri laughing like that. It takes him by surprise, sweeps through Yuri in a bubbling wave until he's shaking beneath Flynn, laughing bright and open and easy like he wasn't being tortured for days. Yuri's laughter has always been an infectious thing, or perhaps Flynn just orients himself too fully around Yuri, lets himself get caught in the warm and changeable tides of his feelings. Yuri laughs, and Flynn laughs with him, pressing his face into the curve of his shoulder as he laughs, helpless. ]
It's worked— [ he swats at Yuri without meaning it at all ] —plenty of times before!
[ Yuri waves his hands back at Flynn, feeling a lightness in his chest when he opens his eyes to see Flynn's too-blue eyes right there, so close to his, and his breath catches on a laugh. The laughter still bubbles in him, but it's forgotten now, watching Flynn laugh.
He has it so bad.
So bad, and he's so relieved and so tired and Flynn is right here and damn it, he loves him. ]
Then I can't see why you would be making fun of a perfectly functional plan.
[ Now Flynn is just pushing to keep that smile on his face, to keep the warmth in his eyes. Later, they can deal with the horrors Yuri inevitably saw, being drained of his blood for some awful purpose. Later they can come up with a plan to take the whole thing down with a little more complexity than "storm in there and get Yuri back."
For now, though, Flynn cranes his head just enough to kiss Yuri again, trapping their smiles between them. ]
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Sword.
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And he says "swords."
A laugh wells up in Yuri's chest, his body shaking until it bursts out of him, bright and loud, and for the first time in too many days, he feels happy. He's happy and safe and home and, yeah, that was horrible. It was terrible, and he still hurts and his mind feels heavy, but Flynn is right here next to him, saying he would have taken on all those guys with just his sword because he wanted to get to Yuri and
Yeah
That's fucking hilarious. ]
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It's worked— [ he swats at Yuri without meaning it at all ] —plenty of times before!
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[ Yuri waves his hands back at Flynn, feeling a lightness in his chest when he opens his eyes to see Flynn's too-blue eyes right there, so close to his, and his breath catches on a laugh. The laughter still bubbles in him, but it's forgotten now, watching Flynn laugh.
He has it so bad.
So bad, and he's so relieved and so tired and Flynn is right here and damn it, he loves him. ]
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[ Now Flynn is just pushing to keep that smile on his face, to keep the warmth in his eyes. Later, they can deal with the horrors Yuri inevitably saw, being drained of his blood for some awful purpose. Later they can come up with a plan to take the whole thing down with a little more complexity than "storm in there and get Yuri back."
For now, though, Flynn cranes his head just enough to kiss Yuri again, trapping their smiles between them. ]