gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
"Oho? And which would you have been, do you think?" Ronin grins, already knowing that the Remi of the Hollowed Grounds would have blushed to the very tips of his ears having to teach people (aka men) about orgasms. Conversely, he can absolutely see him tending gardens all day, possibly one attached to his Artisan's Guild. The Knight's smile has grown softer at the mere thought of it, and he leans in suddenly for a sweet, soft kiss to the other man's lips.
"Because as a demigod, I am very serious about my devotion to the God of Life," he informs him breezily, brushing his nose against Remi's and shifting back enough to finally stretch his wings one last time before shrugging them away back where they belong. "And I could never associate him with being a peeping Tom."
As for Mort and what he would think, Ronin can only shrug and offer his husband a self-deprecating wince. "You'd hope he's also seen us in our sweeter moments, if that's the case. Proof it all balances out."
"Because as a demigod, I am very serious about my devotion to the God of Life," he informs him breezily, brushing his nose against Remi's and shifting back enough to finally stretch his wings one last time before shrugging them away back where they belong. "And I could never associate him with being a peeping Tom."
As for Mort and what he would think, Ronin can only shrug and offer his husband a self-deprecating wince. "You'd hope he's also seen us in our sweeter moments, if that's the case. Proof it all balances out."
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
