there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"I have every faith in Sugar to catch any nefarious deeds that might take place out here," Ronin says confidently, despite his companion's track record for fucking not when it comes to anything he asks of her. Pretending not to notice the way his husband's eyes rove over him, it's with a sly and amused, "of course," that Ronin gives the coin a practiced flip, watching it spin and twinkle through the air before landing square in Remi's palm.
A ship.
"Sails it is," the Knight purrs, stepping back and offering a small, roguish bow of apology. "We both know you love to chase me, at least. And we both know that I love to run. And for the record," he adds, taking another step back as Remi prowls forward, "we both know you've never come quietly a day in your life."
Without further ado, Ronin turns on heel and sprints off into the undergrowth, footsteps impossibly light, the branches stirring in his wake.
A ship.
"Sails it is," the Knight purrs, stepping back and offering a small, roguish bow of apology. "We both know you love to chase me, at least. And we both know that I love to run. And for the record," he adds, taking another step back as Remi prowls forward, "we both know you've never come quietly a day in your life."
Without further ado, Ronin turns on heel and sprints off into the undergrowth, footsteps impossibly light, the branches stirring in his wake.
RONIN
