RONIN
"The real miracle was those dick fireworks," Ronin says with a smile that's equal parts nostalgic and devilish, not that it had overshadowed the real antics of the night. It's true that Ronin probably only has a better recollection of their time because he was the one who carried Remi home and then had to wait until the other man figured how to get his clothes off, but either way, it's a time he remembers very fondly indeed.
"Absolutely not. This is my way of telling you that I love you so much that I always want to be fussing over you even when you're not wearing anything," he informs Remi with a surprising amount of sincerity, letting his head loll against the Lullaby when he's done examining their white-out. "I have no ide--" he begins, cut off by the thumps against their hull.
Quite without conscious permission, a growl rises low and feral from deep within Ronin's chest, and he all but prowls out of bed so he can investigate where the noise is coming from. "Something in the Stonesong?" he guesses, a speckling of dark scales already snaking down the length of his spine.
"Absolutely not. This is my way of telling you that I love you so much that I always want to be fussing over you even when you're not wearing anything," he informs Remi with a surprising amount of sincerity, letting his head loll against the Lullaby when he's done examining their white-out. "I have no ide--" he begins, cut off by the thumps against their hull.
Quite without conscious permission, a growl rises low and feral from deep within Ronin's chest, and he all but prowls out of bed so he can investigate where the noise is coming from. "Something in the Stonesong?" he guesses, a speckling of dark scales already snaking down the length of his spine.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
