{Except we both know I'm your fairy tale kismesis, right?} Chalk that up under 'embarrassing things Psii accidentally let slip during orgasmic afterglow one day that Schuldig will never, ever let him live down'. {I bet even getting killed by me will be romantic by your standards, so don't act like you're not lucky to have me.}

Not entirely correct, with how kismessitude works. But in this situation, it's about the best they can offer each other.

Meanwhile, Schuldig's eyes idly slide away from Psii, over the other people around the fire. {That one,} his mind whispers, the mental image of the man he means clear in their joined minds.