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"Okay. I'm done fighting." Jude let the sword fall from his fingers; it thudded against the ground and skidded away. He worked one mechanical hand under the rim of his netherite helmet, shoving it off, pulled his gaiter down and tugged up his mask.
"Wait— What are you-" Sharpness's protest cracked into the air, confusion and alarm tightening his voice, but Jude didn't give him time. He crossed the short distance in a single, clumsy lunge, hands finding Sharpness's shoulders as if to steady himself, and kissed him full on the mouth.
Bookmarked by Sarancha79
12 Sep 2026
