RONIN
The hands against his thighs feel nothing short of amazing, even if none of it is real, and it's enough to have Ronin arching up a little. He hisses in a distracted breath, his fingers ghosting over Remi's, and his smile turns crooked. "Fine. Fine." He grumbles, hearing the Lullaby out as he starts to explain. And gods, if it isn't just the kind of bullshit he's come to expect from this crazy world. Still, he can't help but groan at the implications of his husband's warning.
"Gods fucking damn it, I'm going to have to speak to that dusty fuck again," he complains, obviously referring to Cian. Slumping back, his hands drifting back down to play along Remi's ribs and up his chest again, the Star does not look at all thrilled by it. "Why are they trying to stop the Order anyway? How do they know... anything about this? I didn't think the likes of Vi would advertise."
"Gods fucking damn it, I'm going to have to speak to that dusty fuck again," he complains, obviously referring to Cian. Slumping back, his hands drifting back down to play along Remi's ribs and up his chest again, the Star does not look at all thrilled by it. "Why are they trying to stop the Order anyway? How do they know... anything about this? I didn't think the likes of Vi would advertise."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
