Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Don't tell me you put yourself through hell for a few hours of little old me," Ronin murmurs, a wry smile creeping across his face. Either he pretends not to see the wendigo's tears or he understands them entirely (both, probably); regardless, after letting his fingers ghost across Remi's lips, he huffs and shifts closer to twine both arms around the other man.
"I didn't even get as far as Isla," he murmurs. "There were guards ready right at the entrance to the medical wing. I'm beginning to think Grimm knows we're close enough that keeping us apart is a string she can pull." Frowning against the wendigo's shoulder, the realisation is far from a pleasant one.
As for Remi's pantomime? "Well, you did a good job pretending," he mumbles. "Had me ready to throw hands with every scientist in the complex." And now he's got all of those thorny feelings and nowhere to put them.
"I didn't even get as far as Isla," he murmurs. "There were guards ready right at the entrance to the medical wing. I'm beginning to think Grimm knows we're close enough that keeping us apart is a string she can pull." Frowning against the wendigo's shoulder, the realisation is far from a pleasant one.
As for Remi's pantomime? "Well, you did a good job pretending," he mumbles. "Had me ready to throw hands with every scientist in the complex." And now he's got all of those thorny feelings and nowhere to put them.
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
