Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"How dare you," Ronin says haughtily. "My tongue is perfectly cultured, thank you. You just haven't been all the places I have, so you wouldn't know." His smiles are coming more easily than ever now, and the warmth in his belly is spreading up into his chest, so when Remi sways as though they're on the deck of a boat, it's easy for Ronin to reach out and steady him.
"It's been a minute since I heard you speak so much Italian," he chirps back with a laugh, trying to act as a guiding force as they head into the living room. Unfortunately given that the hunter is increasingly losing his sobriety as well, what starts as a slow walk ends up picking up the pace until he's practically stumbling towards the sofa. "Slow down!" he demands, as though Remi is in control of that.
"It's been a minute since I heard you speak so much Italian," he chirps back with a laugh, trying to act as a guiding force as they head into the living room. Unfortunately given that the hunter is increasingly losing his sobriety as well, what starts as a slow walk ends up picking up the pace until he's practically stumbling towards the sofa. "Slow down!" he demands, as though Remi is in control of that.
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
