gratuitous violence; unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking
Letting out a shaky sigh, Ronin seems to relax against Remi, his fingers slipping into the back of the other man's curls as if to keep him held close for a few minutes longer. In truth he needs it more than he enjoys it (though he does enjoy it a lot too), the weight and warmth of the Lullaby enough to slow his racing pulse and ground him back on the forest floor. "Thank you," he whispers, pressing another kiss to his cheek and straightening up to give his shoulders a grateful squeeze.
"Ah," he says, understanding dawning on him. "I think my problem is that I quite enjoy tearing things apart with my bare hands. The dragon is just an excuse to do it." It's not an easy admission, but it's nonetheless true. "Maybe I should practice... I don't know, meditation or something? Something to keep me zen when I'm like that."
"Ah," he says, understanding dawning on him. "I think my problem is that I quite enjoy tearing things apart with my bare hands. The dragon is just an excuse to do it." It's not an easy admission, but it's nonetheless true. "Maybe I should practice... I don't know, meditation or something? Something to keep me zen when I'm like that."
RONIN
