last laugh protocol

The tip of his chin, the sharpness of his grin, and all the terrible things stretched between them. No, there's no one he'd rather have by his side, both at the start and at the end. Wrapped in an eternity together-- that's how they'd gotten here, after all. Never one without the other. It was easier to be perfect if they weren't alone. Balancing each other out, keeping each other in check.

A little grumble in his throat as he presses the flat of his cheek against Idris's face. To think, they'd come close to never being here again. Close, but ah, how they'd made it. "They will call us whatever we tell them to, my dear. It's our history to rewrite." Grinning, he rolls to his feet the moment he's released.

Ah, but it's true, he aught to see it with his own eyes that she'd made it safely. Shaking the sand free from his coat, tossing his head, his posture shifts. Something a bit more predatory in his step, reaching out to jam his muzzle into his brother's neck. Teeth first, grinning. Egging the man on, moving to stir him up. "Just about read my fuckin' mind."

Something wicked this way comes.