RONIN
the darkstar
"I know," Ronin says softly, having given up on trying to deny any affection Remi wants to give him; because there is no better time than now, he thinks, to give and receive such exaggerated compliments. "I will make sure you know how much I appreciate what you did every day until I die." Sweetly said, the Huntsman leans up to plant another, more chaste kiss against Remi's lips, even as one hand paints pictures along his lower back and the other strums over his shoulder blades.
"Mm..." It's the only agreement Ronin can give without risking the landscape turning dark and sinister around them. As for Wessex, though? It surprises him that he feels nothing at all about the betrayal of their agreement, and perhaps it's because of what he says next. "Wessex is dead." He rolls his shoulders. "It isn't as though her lies equated to much."
"Mm..." It's the only agreement Ronin can give without risking the landscape turning dark and sinister around them. As for Wessex, though? It surprises him that he feels nothing at all about the betrayal of their agreement, and perhaps it's because of what he says next. "Wessex is dead." He rolls his shoulders. "It isn't as though her lies equated to much."
