[SE] through the night water

i found cynicism, i found criticism
i've been zero to hero & i have been the villain

"Oh no, I just think you are far too confident in thinking we would always end up together." The Lullaby returns. "The fact that only one of us died at the beginning is frankly a miracle." He adds with a shrug that invites further argument if only because teasing the Supernova at this time of year almost inevitably ends with closing arguments made with tongues and bruising touches.

No part of Remi's predatory nature would normally like to be outdone by another. A manticore is not the sort of creature that considers anything else its equal for example, and yet as Ronin streaks forward, the Lullaby's mind is able to manipulate his instincts toward approval and lust rather than hostility.

"Good gods," Remi breathes, his mind able to superimpose the red of the blood he knows is coating Ronin's shoulders if only by the smell. Overcome with the tang of copper and of the strange dichotomy between Blueblood Ronin striding out from the ocean and Supernova Ronin emerging just now, Remi bridges the distance between them now that stealth is no longer required, and reaches out to slide his palm along the hunter's jawline before tangling his fingers into the sleek mop of Ronin's dark hair. Tugging the Supernova close, Remi draws his husband's lips against his own.