RONIN
As luck would have it then, both men might consider the situation a win in this case, Ronin shifting enough to let Remi decide how much he'd like to be pinned down, so long as they remain appropriately tangled together. "Everything about you turns me on, stag or no stag," he mumbles darkly against the Lullaby's throat, smiling the words down towards Remi's collarbone.
"Mm... I got something for you, by the way," he adds, almost as an afterthought. "I met Maea in a boutique in the Last Whisper." Fumbling in his back pocket, Ronin withdraws a pea green cravat delicately embroidered with strands of gold. It's obnoxious, flamboyant and precisely the sort of thing Mateo would wear, and he hopes it causes much eyerolling.
"Mm... I got something for you, by the way," he adds, almost as an afterthought. "I met Maea in a boutique in the Last Whisper." Fumbling in his back pocket, Ronin withdraws a pea green cravat delicately embroidered with strands of gold. It's obnoxious, flamboyant and precisely the sort of thing Mateo would wear, and he hopes it causes much eyerolling.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
