gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
Unable to argue with that, it's with a good natured grumble that Ronin pouts down at the mystery basket, setting it on the counter once they've made it more-or-less into the houseboat. It allows him to give more attention to his coffee and Remi's ass, the Knight's wicked fingers slipping up to ruffle through the feathers of his husband's wings. "Drink the coffee or don't - I feel confident that I'll be able to keep you up either way," he murmurs against the warmth of one of the appendages, smiling a kiss against one wing before stepping back.
"Cleansing - that sounds about right, actually," he agrees of the sage, raising an eyebrow to see both candle and herbs produced. Shifting his fingers into crimson feathers, he reaches out to douse each object in flame until they are both merrily alight. "I'll take that one," he decides, rescuing the candle and blowing out the sage so it can smoke and... do its thing, Ronin supposes.
"Did Vai say to just wave it around or something?" he wonders with a smirk, going to set the candle on one of the window sills.
"Cleansing - that sounds about right, actually," he agrees of the sage, raising an eyebrow to see both candle and herbs produced. Shifting his fingers into crimson feathers, he reaches out to douse each object in flame until they are both merrily alight. "I'll take that one," he decides, rescuing the candle and blowing out the sage so it can smoke and... do its thing, Ronin supposes.
"Did Vai say to just wave it around or something?" he wonders with a smirk, going to set the candle on one of the window sills.
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
