RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving
"You think so? I was going to say it's the shirt. It's a very good choice of shirt," Ronin muses, giving his wine a gentle swirl in his hand; not that he knows shit about it, but he's seen Remi do it when they're taste-testing and it looks fancy and it won't matter if he splashes himself because he's wearing leather and no you shut up. "Listen, it's nice that I can have something to show off about. You with all your talons and all." Ronin grins, rubbing his fingers together to let the down fade away. Taking a sip of wine and reaching out to gently open one of the windows and let the sounds of the night drift in, Ronin does start to glow when he thinks of their son and all of the memories they can build with him. "Mm - it's why I think he stayed at school, to be honest. It's a routine for him. Maybe we should work on building one for him here - might do us all some good. And hey, he's having friends around for dinner now at least." That's normal, right? Right? "I do say." Ronin chuckles, one of his fingers singing around the rim of his glass now. "I must have missed the manticore thing though. I hope you taught this young hunter the error of his ways." The youth might even still be alive, with any luck. With a suddenly pensive gaze into his drink, Ronin chews over his next words before saying them. "Would you help me?" he asks. "To get to grips properly with this dragon inside me? I've been keeping a handle on it as best I can, but I know I'm at risk of losing control. And I can't have that." |
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08-07-2021, 07:55 PM
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Snorting under his breath, Remi levels his husband with a stare that's utterly unmoved. "You have talons now too." He points out with a tilt of his head. "Next you will be finding ways to leave your body and make things out of thin air." Very nearly Remi suggests that Ronin will have a tentacle shift, but in all the ways in which Ronin and Safrin are not alike, the alchemist thinks an aversion to tentacles is something they likely have in common. "And the lack of children here. Fiadh hardly counts, wild as she is. That said, I think she has taken over Ianto's business already." Remi adds with a laugh, before blinking stupidly across at Ronin, only to understand. "For a moment I thought you meant we ought to build him a school here." The alchemist explains, rolling his eyes at himself. "That is true. Though..am I the only one who finds it...strange? that it is Finn's son he has made such fast friends with..?" Raising his eyebrows in an expression of what can you do, Remi nods. "I told him that anyone who put out a hit on me likely was hoping that he would get himself killed in the process. Strange that someone from Halo would be concerned about monsters roaming around here, though." He adds a touch warily. Watching the way Ronin's eyes suddenly became veiled behind thick lashes and now the Huntsman's crooked smile disappeared entirely, Remi glances at his ring finger as the pulse there starts to quicken. "Of course I will." He answers smoothly when the question has finally been asked. "Instead of fighting back though, I may just put you to sleep if there is a next time for such things." Remi adds with a small shrug. "If that is alright with you. You are...magnificently strong, as a dragon, and as I said before, as nice as death now seems, I am not so keen to run out the clock just yet" remi
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08-07-2021, 08:15 PM
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08-07-2021, 08:21 PM
are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?
Imagining instantly a liferaft attached to their boat with a bit of glassware in it bubbling away with various colours, Remi smirks and grins. "I can only create things, not ingredients." He points out. "And even then they do not last long." Though with Amalia's abilities now he could make things out of light which was...novel, he supposed. "I think she absolutely would. Mateo would come back married, enslaved, or worse." Remi's fingers, previously tapping out a rhythm on the table suddenly stop, as his mouth drops open. Torn between impressed and horrified, but for his silence, all he can do is shake his head. "Gods help Ianto." He murmurs, raising a glass to the fox before downing the contents of his drink. Grimacing slightly at their son's accomplishments if only because Ronin wasn't wrong about them, Remi nods. "Absolutely it is weird for me. Finn-things will always be weird for me, though I am glad that Mateo is happy." Letting his hand be taken, Remi offers his husband a calm and earnest sea-glass stare in response. "I know." He agrees easily. "You will learn to control it. It will just take some time. Until then, I promise to always be around to make sure you find yourself napping rather than doing anything you would regret in the morning." remi
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08-07-2021, 08:33 PM
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08-07-2021, 08:41 PM
are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?
'If only.' Remi laments, having already started a garden full of gin-specific botanicals already with Mateo's help. "I have a lot of things going on in my mind, thank you very much." The alchemist huffs. He does in fact have lots of things to keep in mind, though right now he's specifically just thinking only of Ronin. "That is true. She is very sweet, isn't she? It was a bit...I do not even know the word for it." Remi's boyish smile falls away to something more serious as he recalls seeing her small lifeless body in the Wood. "Dead once already, just like Isla. Her mind does not feel the same of course, but still." There was a certain sort of resonance in it, that the alchemist still wasn't so sure about. Glancing toward the bar and unable to meet anyone's eye (who would look at him, with Ronin softly glowing and wrapped up so neatly in leather?), Remi frowns and gives it another few seconds before he'll go and get them another round. "No, no. I will go. It is not as if I can avoid Finn forever, especially if the two are friends." Before Remi can either say something obnoxiously in favour of being Ronin's hero, the Huntsman's question steals the words from his lips and burns colour onto his cheeks. "I suppose that is what normally follows a date isn't it? If we are trying to be regular?" He asks with slow-growing smile. Beneath the table Ronin will feel one of Remi's hands on his knee, even as the other remains clasped in the Huntsman's grasp. Spreading out his fingers like a starburst, he tilts his head innocently to the side. "My drink was very good, I will say." He says almost threateningly, as if staying for another would be so bad. remi
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08-07-2021, 08:53 PM
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08-07-2021, 09:00 PM
are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?
The alchemist nods in agreement, the slight storm clouds that darken his gaze another acknowledgement. "Mort made it sound as though she was more to manage me than I was to her. Maybe I am her companion." He suggests with a single exhale of amusement. Not wanting to talk about or think of Finn with his hands on Ronin, the alchemist lets the subject drop with a non-committal shrug of his shoulders. "Ahh well, I shall be sure to savour this next one then." He replies menacingly, before offering his husband a wink as he departs to the bar. Remi isn't met with the same warm smiles and conversation that Ronin was, but as he's able to return to their table with two drinks without spilling any blood, he considers it a success. Ronin's whiskey has a garnish of white sage, and instead of ice uses stones made cold in the Stonesong. Remi's gin appears to have been frozen inside of an ice bubble and as he carefully sets it down, he eyes it wondering if he's meant to break it apart or...wait for it to melt. 'Did you end up sending that jar of dirt back to Maeve?' Remi wonders conversationally as his hand once again slinks back onto Ronin's knee, before sliding up higher even as Remi's gaze remains entirely innocent. remi
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08-07-2021, 09:09 PM
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08-07-2021, 09:17 PM
are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?
Giving his husband a flat stare, Remi raises a brow and says nothing as to whether or not Ronin is meant to eat the rocks. He can absolutely give it a try if it's what he thinks he ought to do. 'I forget, did she even say what it was for?' Remi asks, closing one eye and looking up toward the ceiling with the other. Maeve's request had been met with more or less annoyance on their parts such that the alchemist hadn't bothered actually listening to the why that was attached to the please. "Because if it is another weapon using bits of you, I am going to have to draw the line." Ronin had sent back some of his hair, hadn't he? Or was that for something else again? "You absolutely will not." Remi corrects. "Because first thing in the morning you will be having breakfast in bed with me, and so help me if that gets cut short so you can go mail some grave-dirt to Torchline, I will be very unhappy about it." The alchemist grumbles. "It is called taking things slow Ronin. You know, to build up excitement, or..." Waiving his free hand to fill in the gaps, he shrugs. 'But I do not need to, of course.' He adds, sliding the flat of his hand all the way up the Huntsman's thighs to press between his legs with his palm. remi
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08-07-2021, 09:27 PM
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08-07-2021, 09:32 PM
are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?
"Fifth sounds good." Remi all but purrs despite the inability of his shifts to do so. It's a masterclass in control, watching Ronin try not to shatter the glass in his hand or flip over the table. Grinning as if completely ignorant of what might be causing Ronin to tense up so much, the alchemist lets his head fall slightly to the side as if happy just to gaze at Ronin all night long. "Yes, but I thought we were trying to incorporate more normal things into our routine." He points out. Reaching for his drink with his freehand, Remi raises it to his lips before he pauses. "Like offering one another a taste of our drinks, for example." So saying Remi takes a sip of his drink, curling the gin into his tongue much the way big cats did when drinking from ponds. Leaning forward he presses his lips against his husband's, only to unfurl his tongue that his kiss might be sweetened by the botanical taste of gin and juniper as well as the bite of the alcohol. remi
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08-09-2021, 04:55 PM
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08-10-2021, 04:04 PM
are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?
The vibrations of Ronin's moan are like music to Remi's skin the way the sound is to his ears, and he allows himself a moment to revel in the heat that plumes upward from low in his belly. It has him wanting to squirm in his seat, to reach for Ronin's hand and shove it between his own thighs, or to upend the table altogether and roughly press his husband against the wall. Doing none of these things, Remi instead grins wickedly against Ronin's lips, not needing to shrug his boyish satisfaction when pulsing it through the attuned bond is so much easier. Feeling the shape of his husband's arousal beneath his fingers and the heat of him against his palm has Remi's lips stuttering into their kiss. Like a wildfire the alchemist's cheeks grow hot and his own pants start to feel quite uncomfortable, as he imagines the contrast of his husband's warm body naked against his own, pressed against the cool panes of the window on the other side of the table. "Gods I want you." Remi's voice is nothing more than a ragged whisper, as his fingers curl around the bulge in his husband's pants and his hand begins to move up and down ever so slightly. remi
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