we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Luckiest man in all of Caido," Ronin agrees wholeheartedly, grinning like a teenager as he feels feathers in the wake of his fingers. "Do I? I was modelling my doodles from you. Or am I wrong about the length and girth of your anatomy?" he wonders, doing his best to put those thoughts to one side and smoothing his hands across Remi's back when the fucker goes and hisses pretty words against his skin.
"Oi," he hisses back, his hips rising of their own accord, partially to try and unbalance Remi where he's blanketed across his chest, and partially because it feels good. "I don't ever pre-plan. But that is a good point - I wonder whether she would commission Saint Ronin. I have to give you something to look at when I'm away and you're here in the shop, right? We could put it right in the Plaza."
Nudged about, his eyes do flicker open to blink down at his husband, Ronin furrowing his brow as he's suddenly prodded and lectured. "I won't, I won't," he protests, trying to bury himself further in the blankets (because he's absolutely been caught out). "It would be me, though," he adds, voice muffled.
"Oi," he hisses back, his hips rising of their own accord, partially to try and unbalance Remi where he's blanketed across his chest, and partially because it feels good. "I don't ever pre-plan. But that is a good point - I wonder whether she would commission Saint Ronin. I have to give you something to look at when I'm away and you're here in the shop, right? We could put it right in the Plaza."
Nudged about, his eyes do flicker open to blink down at his husband, Ronin furrowing his brow as he's suddenly prodded and lectured. "I won't, I won't," he protests, trying to bury himself further in the blankets (because he's absolutely been caught out). "It would be me, though," he adds, voice muffled.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
