Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
Furrowing his brows and giving Remi a quizzical look, Ronin reaches again for the drawer, but this time it's not in such easy reach.
One might be both surprised and not to realise that the hunter actually has a variety of massage oils at his disposal, mainly because none of them have been used for actual massage and are more for fae fuckery (not literally either). Regardless, he has to stop himself from asking Remi which scent he'd prefer, and instead draws out a smaller bottle for him.
"Like this?" He says, raising his eyebrows. It's not like he cares about mess either way, given the current situation and the events that have led up to it.
One might be both surprised and not to realise that the hunter actually has a variety of massage oils at his disposal, mainly because none of them have been used for actual massage and are more for fae fuckery (not literally either). Regardless, he has to stop himself from asking Remi which scent he'd prefer, and instead draws out a smaller bottle for him.
"Like this?" He says, raising his eyebrows. It's not like he cares about mess either way, given the current situation and the events that have led up to it.
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
