RONIN
"No gods," Ronin breathes through the dark. "Just me." It's with a flick of his wrist that he yeets the sharks back onto the rocky outcrop, and even that movement is a feat of strength that goes well beyond the human. Ready as the Lullaby closes the distance between them, a rumble of something vibrates through the Supernova's chest and throat, silenced by the press of Remi's mouth against his own.
Heady with the scent of the alchemist mingling in with the blood in the water, Ronin's hands plunge beneath the waves to grasp the backs of the other man's thighs, hitching his legs around his waist. Trying to express his impatience as much as his passion with tongue and teeth and bruising fingertips, Ronin starts to wade back towards the shore, but he has no idea if he's going the right way.
Heady with the scent of the alchemist mingling in with the blood in the water, Ronin's hands plunge beneath the waves to grasp the backs of the other man's thighs, hitching his legs around his waist. Trying to express his impatience as much as his passion with tongue and teeth and bruising fingertips, Ronin starts to wade back towards the shore, but he has no idea if he's going the right way.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
