arms give away your need
"Yes, I'm very flattered. This is how I look when I'm flattered to have death next to my bed, you see," Ronin says, deadpan. And if nothing else, at least Mort's sudden appearance and the weird (weird) conversation they'd all had has given him enough of a reprieve from his grief to surface and gasp in a breath away from it. Enough to watch with an almost habitual appreciation as he watches Remi stretch and pad away from the bed towards the kitchen, leaving the Knight in his mess of blankets and pillows.
"I'd like a sandwich to dunk into my soup," he informs him. His haughty amusement is a bare fraction of its usual energy, but it's there, at least. And perhaps most insidious of all about Dahlia's kiss is that, truly, other than the nasty little caveat that comes with curing him and not wanting to stand in the way of the void, Ronin is normal.
Peeling himself out of bed with the blanket around his shoulders, he shuffles after Remi given a few more minutes, moving to embrace him from behind and tuck his head into the crook of his neck. "Here. I will supervise, so you don't burn anything more than it needs."
"I'd like a sandwich to dunk into my soup," he informs him. His haughty amusement is a bare fraction of its usual energy, but it's there, at least. And perhaps most insidious of all about Dahlia's kiss is that, truly, other than the nasty little caveat that comes with curing him and not wanting to stand in the way of the void, Ronin is normal.
Peeling himself out of bed with the blanket around his shoulders, he shuffles after Remi given a few more minutes, moving to embrace him from behind and tuck his head into the crook of his neck. "Here. I will supervise, so you don't burn anything more than it needs."
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
