gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
That's what makes me love it so much, Ronin replies, smiling against Remi's lips and continuing to let his hands wander, wanting to catalogue every mark he'd left for later persual (and so he might kiss apologies to each bruise and scratch delivered). Relaxing enough at last to gaze at his husband, the glittering scales on his skin finally smooth away, his eyes the blue of a deep, calm ocean rather than fey and wild.
"Ugh. You're not wrong, and I hate it," he admits with a scrunch of his nose; as pillow talk goes, he wishes the subject of the world's impending doom was a rare one. Alas, it is not. "Don't you dare apologise, though." Smiling and leaning in for another kiss, Ronin clasps the other man close as if he might be able to protect him from even the thought of grief and loss.
"You're Mort's demigod. I'm Vi's. I like our chances," he says slowly. "And we know, at least, that at the end of it all, you and I are going to the same place - forever. I'm never going anywhere without you."
"Ugh. You're not wrong, and I hate it," he admits with a scrunch of his nose; as pillow talk goes, he wishes the subject of the world's impending doom was a rare one. Alas, it is not. "Don't you dare apologise, though." Smiling and leaning in for another kiss, Ronin clasps the other man close as if he might be able to protect him from even the thought of grief and loss.
"You're Mort's demigod. I'm Vi's. I like our chances," he says slowly. "And we know, at least, that at the end of it all, you and I are going to the same place - forever. I'm never going anywhere without you."
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
