RONIN
the darkstar
"The rest of the world would be aghast I am sure. But a small portion of it - the parts that know me well - would not be surprised at all," Ronin says a touch proudly. Especially given the nature of where those pinches were coming from; the Huntsman doesn't want his ass cheek ground into dust today, thanks.
Trying to shy away from the obnoxious nuzzling but having absolutely nowhere to go (given that he's, you know, holding onto Remi), its with an amused smile that he takes the other man's pause. Not knowing what to expect between the spectrum of delight and abhorrence, he's nonetheless grinning to hear Remi's reply.
"Wrong, huh?" He chuckles, already walking them over to the bed (having to navigate the comfortable clutter of their home particularly carefully, lest Remi kick an ornament or a cup off a countertop). "Well, commoner in you or not, I am not going to stop you from remaining a Taliesin. I'm quite taken with it."
He sets his husband down onto the bed as if he's some fragile and exquisite prize, but rather than drawing back away from him, Ronin chooses to blanket him with his weight instead. "It is good to be home."
Trying to shy away from the obnoxious nuzzling but having absolutely nowhere to go (given that he's, you know, holding onto Remi), its with an amused smile that he takes the other man's pause. Not knowing what to expect between the spectrum of delight and abhorrence, he's nonetheless grinning to hear Remi's reply.
"Wrong, huh?" He chuckles, already walking them over to the bed (having to navigate the comfortable clutter of their home particularly carefully, lest Remi kick an ornament or a cup off a countertop). "Well, commoner in you or not, I am not going to stop you from remaining a Taliesin. I'm quite taken with it."
He sets his husband down onto the bed as if he's some fragile and exquisite prize, but rather than drawing back away from him, Ronin chooses to blanket him with his weight instead. "It is good to be home."
