cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

Snarling and sneering as Ronin's fingers come up to grasp his jaw, it's with the muscles of his neck straining in protest that the hunter finally sways the wendigo's stare. For a moment Remi sees nothing at all, so unfocused are his eyes and so heightened are his other senses, but then he does. He sees dark blue points of steel, pale Irish skin beneath a mop of dark hair, and,

and,

and red.

With his own hands suddenly wrapped around Ronin's skull, Remi leans forward as if he means to kiss the hunter (or more realistically, bite his entire face off or do both, like Ollie). Panting, every inhale full of sage and sandalwood and something that smelled of cheap chemicals, the wendigo's lips twitch as his fingers flinch against the hunter's head. Somewhere nearby someone calls who's your boyfriend, Ronin? though all Remi can hear is the sound of Ronin's blood and all he can think about is the bright spatter of red on his friend's cheek.

Roughly, and though it'll hurt (though not as much as the alternative), one of Remi's hands drags shakily down the side of the hunter's face, wiping away the blood freckled there.

"-another vial" He whispers, blinkinly. "-in the neck." Remi pleads, able to look at Ronin with eyes that seem vaguely normal before they begin to roll predatorily back into his skull.

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!