you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
Feathers continue to fan out along Ronin's back and across his shoulders, though he does manage to control them enough not to singe his husband. His blue eyes remain pinned on the far wall of the houseboat, as if someone might be outside pushing illusions against them, but of course, it's all gone by now.
"Nothing," he mutters, slowly coming back to himself and pulling the alchemist further back against his chest. "If you want to smash something then you can smash me then I'll make a little spun sugar creation just for you," he suggests, the phoenix down slowly melting back into his skin. "After the sex and the nap, of course."
"Nothing," he mutters, slowly coming back to himself and pulling the alchemist further back against his chest. "If you want to smash something then you can smash me then I'll make a little spun sugar creation just for you," he suggests, the phoenix down slowly melting back into his skin. "After the sex and the nap, of course."
RONIN
