Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Wh--" Ronin's heart skips a beat in a way that, as a wendigo, Remi would absolutely have noticed, but here and now it's just the sudden press of lips against his own, the bite of whiskey and greedy hands. And gods, the relief is such that Ronin doesn't even care, the hunter slipping gentle but firm arms around the other man as he walks them down the corridor without wanting to break a single stride.
"You clever bastard," he hisses into the kiss, pushing his jacket off Remi's shoulders and fumbling to open his bedroom door. The descriptions are something we'll save for later, but floor space aside, let it be known that Ronin's bedroom is cluttered (and not just regular cluttered, Howl's Moving Castle cluttered), as if to make up for the minimalism of the rest of the apartment.
"I was so fucking worried about you," Ronin manages, breaking the kiss just enough that he can check Remi over for immediate injuries, simultaneously trying to relieve the other man of his shirt.
"You clever bastard," he hisses into the kiss, pushing his jacket off Remi's shoulders and fumbling to open his bedroom door. The descriptions are something we'll save for later, but floor space aside, let it be known that Ronin's bedroom is cluttered (and not just regular cluttered, Howl's Moving Castle cluttered), as if to make up for the minimalism of the rest of the apartment.
"I was so fucking worried about you," Ronin manages, breaking the kiss just enough that he can check Remi over for immediate injuries, simultaneously trying to relieve the other man of his shirt.
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
