we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"You make a very good point," Ronin agrees, though he suspects he will only need the one pair of hands to keep Remi steady at this rate - he has no intention of letting the other man go anywhere. He watches the Lullaby artfully kick the door shut as if it's part of the dance with a playful grin, and as the other man undresses him, he sets the shower to going. "Mm, I can imagine their faces right now. Shock, horror, jealousy," he murmurs, twirling back to catch Remi's lips in a kiss, all the while working to strip him of his own clothes.
"I think mine was bronze. It was quite plain if I remember. I tried to tone it down," he murmurs, bouncing his eyebrows at Remi as if to say yes, me, really. "I wonder if we could arrange a masquerade here in the Greatwood. Not that it would do you any good - I think I'd recognise you anywhere." He winks.
Drawing Remi beneath the stream of warm water, Ronin sighs in a mix of contentment and longing. "That sounds perfect. That's the only thing the Greatwood is missing, I think - a good tavern."
"I think mine was bronze. It was quite plain if I remember. I tried to tone it down," he murmurs, bouncing his eyebrows at Remi as if to say yes, me, really. "I wonder if we could arrange a masquerade here in the Greatwood. Not that it would do you any good - I think I'd recognise you anywhere." He winks.
Drawing Remi beneath the stream of warm water, Ronin sighs in a mix of contentment and longing. "That sounds perfect. That's the only thing the Greatwood is missing, I think - a good tavern."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
