and on to the glory at my right hand
"If we were smarter, if there weren't relics always lurking around to find, if the Ascended didn't keep attacking Stormbreak and fucking around in general..." Ronin shrugs his shoulders, as if to say that they shouldn't really beat themselves up about it. Not when Caido kept altering their priorities.
Allowing the alteration of the red thread around his wrist, the Huntsman smiles sweetly up at his husband. "There is an innuendo in there, I just need to find it," he says. "And you don't have to, but you are the best at it. I promise to avenge you for every hair harmed on your head. Unless, of course, you'd like me to do it instead."
But then there's kissing to be done, so they can have that conversation afterwards. Tilting his head up to meet Remi's lips, Ronin is torn between rising to stand between his husband's legs, or pulling the Lullaby into his lap. It's a difficult choice, but in the end the need to be close wins out, and his chair creaks as he gets to his feet.
Allowing the alteration of the red thread around his wrist, the Huntsman smiles sweetly up at his husband. "There is an innuendo in there, I just need to find it," he says. "And you don't have to, but you are the best at it. I promise to avenge you for every hair harmed on your head. Unless, of course, you'd like me to do it instead."
But then there's kissing to be done, so they can have that conversation afterwards. Tilting his head up to meet Remi's lips, Ronin is torn between rising to stand between his husband's legs, or pulling the Lullaby into his lap. It's a difficult choice, but in the end the need to be close wins out, and his chair creaks as he gets to his feet.
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