Shrouded Desire

Shrouded scowled as he usually did while he walked the lonely halls of the BROFIST '09 orbital station. While there were no observers present to maintain his illusion of spite and cruelty for, he felt it good practice for when he had to keep up appearances. As he checked the systems of the station, however, he couldn't help but let out a soft, melancholy sigh from behind his skeletal facemask.

In truth, he was... Lonely. It had been years since he had felt an affectionate touch, or even heard a kind word. He spent the days wandering the empty, lonely halls of the station, and yet, despite all his bravado and callous acting, he secretly, behind all of those wards and spells and cloaks... Just wanted someone to hold him. Another sigh escaped his lips, and he slowly turned to return to his quarters.

However, he froze in his tracks as he saw a familiar silver-skinned man in his path. "F-Fenwick." He straightened up, and his voice quickly shifted back to his usual gravelly snarl – a bit too slowly, though, as the first stammered "F" was a bit too high pitched...

"Shrouded." The shining cyborg took a step forward, a stern look in those grey eyes and a stern frown set above that chiseled jaw. "We need to talk..."

"There's nothing to talk about, Fenwick. Move aside." Shrouded made a quick dismissing hand wave, as though to brush away his argent assailant. However, his wrist was caught by a strong, metal-laced hand. He could see every last detail in those finely-wrought cybernetics, and he couldn't help but think of what those hands could do...

Shrouded shivered a bit, and looked up at Fenny, slowly... "F-Fenwick."

The silver cyborg smiled, ever so slightly, and his eyes warmed. "...Shrouded."

With only the soft beeping of the control computer to break the silence, Fenny nodded, once. "I think you know what we need to talk about, Shrouded." With one swift, mechanically graceful movement, the cyborg gently pushed aside the masked maraduer's arm and brought his free hand up to Shrouded's mask.

"N-not the mask-" however, his protests were cut short as the lower half of his face was revealed, and a pair of silver lips pressed gently, tenderly against his...

Shrouded made a surprised, but almost... Pleased noise. The grey-skinned cyborg began to gently, but firmly push him back towards the residential dormitories of the station...

Shrouded got dressed as he usually did in the morning. Body armor first, then boots, then his hood and cape... But today, as he walked out the door to his quarters, he nearly forgot that mask of his. After a moment of searching, he smiled, softly, and gently lifted the faceplate from the still-sleeping Radiopath's tender embrace.