Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Yes, you can." Ronin surprises himself with the heat in his own words, as his guiding arm turns more into an attempt to half wrestle the wendigo back and away from the brawl. Dropping the empty tranquiliser to the ground (there's enough glass and other illegal shit down there that it won't matter, he's sure), his free hand comes up to grasp the other man's jaw, as if to force him to look away and into Ronin's face instead.
"You can. You have to," he says again. "You have worked too hard for this. If you want to take a bite out of me when we get out of here, so be it, but we are leaving." Maybe it sounds more like a plea than a demand because it is; for all the bodyblocking he's currently performing, if Remi doesn't want to go, the hunter is in no position to stop him.
"You can. You have to," he says again. "You have worked too hard for this. If you want to take a bite out of me when we get out of here, so be it, but we are leaving." Maybe it sounds more like a plea than a demand because it is; for all the bodyblocking he's currently performing, if Remi doesn't want to go, the hunter is in no position to stop him.
sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
