RONIN
"That might be true, but I've never known you to want to escape from me," Ronin points out, before all thought of conversation vanishes in lieu of a rough and tumble roll in the grass. And roll they do, thanks to Remi's positioning and Ronin's momentum, two demigods going tussling away through reeds and wildflowers. Of course, the Nova tries to do what he can so he's on top, so to speak, struggling to slow them enough that he might pin Remi against the dirt.
Whether or not he's successful is irrelevant, naturally; it doesn't matter if he's above or beneath the Lullaby, he'll still lean up greedily to try and take a kiss from his lips, hands swarming over his body. "Leafchange suits you," he informs the other man, and while it's likely that Ronin believes the same of every season, there's something about unruly curls and green eyes against a backdrop of falling leaves and blazing colour that does it for him.
Or maybe it's the stag in his blood. Who can tell, truly?
Whether or not he's successful is irrelevant, naturally; it doesn't matter if he's above or beneath the Lullaby, he'll still lean up greedily to try and take a kiss from his lips, hands swarming over his body. "Leafchange suits you," he informs the other man, and while it's likely that Ronin believes the same of every season, there's something about unruly curls and green eyes against a backdrop of falling leaves and blazing colour that does it for him.
Or maybe it's the stag in his blood. Who can tell, truly?
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
