arms give away your need
Expressive eyebrows flinch together at the joke that would normally hit its mark, Ronin searching seaglass eyes for the missing piece of this puzzle, which falls into place like the lid of a tomb when his husband finally utters the words: Would Vi give us a rose?
"Remi, leave it be," he says, his tone one of stern insistence, the same sort that would come from a soldier used to giving orders - and having them followed. "Nothing has changed, or needs to change. Dahlia is still a heinous bitch who threatened our children if we didn't back off from this."
Never had he ever thought he'd be able to level a glare at Mort, but the expression is as close as it gets when the god of death continues as if he hasn't spoken, to go so far as to tell Remi what to do. "Don't--" he almost begs as Mort disappears. "Remi, I'm fine. Don't do this."
"Remi, leave it be," he says, his tone one of stern insistence, the same sort that would come from a soldier used to giving orders - and having them followed. "Nothing has changed, or needs to change. Dahlia is still a heinous bitch who threatened our children if we didn't back off from this."
Never had he ever thought he'd be able to level a glare at Mort, but the expression is as close as it gets when the god of death continues as if he hasn't spoken, to go so far as to tell Remi what to do. "Don't--" he almost begs as Mort disappears. "Remi, I'm fine. Don't do this."
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
