Title: yeah. that.
'Verse/characters: Wild Roses [Spawn]; Mischa, Griffin
Prompt:12D "insanity"
Word Count: 169
Notes:
coastal_physics suggested 'a regretted decision'. This is after
sweetgrass and smoke.
"Well. THAT didn't work," Griffin said, sticking his thumbs in his gunbelt and squinting at the mess.
"Remind me again why I run with you?" Mischa asked, still trying to extract himself without the use of his dominant hand.
"Because you're terrified of what I'd get up to left to my own devices," Griffin replied absently. "Also, you'd get bored."
Mischa flopped onto his back to glare up at his brother. Griffin, after a moment, took his hands out of his belt and made a sweeping motion.
The mess shivered, shattered into yet more pieces with a sigh, and let him go. Standing up and brushing at his clothes, "Natalia thinks she should try to find you some nice girl. I can't think of a good way to say 'you're going to regret this decision a LOT, wife mine', because any woman who can keep up with you is going to be--"
Griffin was grinning Aodh's grin, the feral one, and Mischa flicked a hand at him. "Yeah, that."