you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
"Is that so? Maybe I should hit you with a few of them right now, since the memory will be fresh in your mind. You can compare," Ronin drawls, though the threat in his words is absolutely ruined by his continued affections. Combing a few errand curls out of Remi's eyes, he can only grin at the other man's sulkiness, cocking his head to one side. "If I hadn't seen you, you'd have been furious," he points out. "So it's a good thing that I did."
And given that there's no further argument, Ronin is inclined to say that it counts. So, like any good victor, he scoops the Bastion into his arms and clambers to his feet with an ease that would have a regular man scratching his head in confusion. "Well, since you're the injured party, it only seems right that I carry you back to civilisation and buy you dinner. What do you think?"
And given that there's no further argument, Ronin is inclined to say that it counts. So, like any good victor, he scoops the Bastion into his arms and clambers to his feet with an ease that would have a regular man scratching his head in confusion. "Well, since you're the injured party, it only seems right that I carry you back to civilisation and buy you dinner. What do you think?"
RONIN
