RONIN
the dark star
"Blasphemy," Ronin whispers with a wicked grin down at his husband, his fingers trailing down the length of Remi's spine while his other arm keeps him anchored against the Huntsman. "Perhaps we'll have to make a habit of paying our dues together, if we're only planning to pay them with one another," he suggests - as if they don't already do so on a very regular basis.
Whatever this is is lost on Ronin for a moment; he's distracted by the fingers that thread through his hair, by the warmth and weight of his husband in the water as they float along. "I couldn't give a fuck about whether or not it heals," he says with a bark of a laugh, leaning in to kiss the scruff on Remi's cheek. "I just want a hot spring to sneak off with you."
The alchemist's legs come to wrap around his waist and Ronin smiles against his lips, shifting to settle on a flat rock beneath the water with him in his lap. "I suppose I could just turn into a phoenix in whatever pool you want in the Greatwood. That would warm it up, right?" He grins.
Whatever this is is lost on Ronin for a moment; he's distracted by the fingers that thread through his hair, by the warmth and weight of his husband in the water as they float along. "I couldn't give a fuck about whether or not it heals," he says with a bark of a laugh, leaning in to kiss the scruff on Remi's cheek. "I just want a hot spring to sneak off with you."
The alchemist's legs come to wrap around his waist and Ronin smiles against his lips, shifting to settle on a flat rock beneath the water with him in his lap. "I suppose I could just turn into a phoenix in whatever pool you want in the Greatwood. That would warm it up, right?" He grins.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
