Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
"Obviously, yes I am," Ronin retorts with a grin; he's never been apologetic about the ridiculous nature of his luxere shift or the effects it has had over him - mainly because he absolutely couldn't stop it even if he wanted to. Either way, thoughts of their respective natures in and out of shift are promptly overtaken by the touch of hands and lips and the pictures they are able to paint against each other's flesh with emotion alone.
Who says there cannot be two winners? he wonders silently back into his husband's mind, and already his hands are becoming greedy as they wander a body he knows better than his own. Either way, I don't know who Marco or Polo are but I'm not interested in playing their stupid game any more. And why would he be, when he's got the Bastion draped against him?
Who says there cannot be two winners? he wonders silently back into his husband's mind, and already his hands are becoming greedy as they wander a body he knows better than his own. Either way, I don't know who Marco or Polo are but I'm not interested in playing their stupid game any more. And why would he be, when he's got the Bastion draped against him?
