RONIN
the huntsman
when the city goes silent
Ronin's instincts have him freezing mid-drink at the mere whisper of something not right between the tall grasses and ancient oaks, and that's before his husband's voice ever purrs into his mind. You're so attractive when you're creepily stalking me through the woods, he trills back, lifting his head, ears twitching and swivelling towards anything suspicious.
And he can feel it when Remi moves, like the heavy pads of his paws land in time with each beat of his heart, Ronin turning automatically towards where he knows the Bastion will emerge.
He doesn't run, now. That would imply that there's something he needs to run from. Instead, padding up the bank and towards the large trunk of a tree, Ronin shifts back into himself and settles, waiting for Remi to arrive. Did we ever say what we'd get if we won this game? Or lost, for that matter? he wonders matter-of-factly.
And he can feel it when Remi moves, like the heavy pads of his paws land in time with each beat of his heart, Ronin turning automatically towards where he knows the Bastion will emerge.
He doesn't run, now. That would imply that there's something he needs to run from. Instead, padding up the bank and towards the large trunk of a tree, Ronin shifts back into himself and settles, waiting for Remi to arrive. Did we ever say what we'd get if we won this game? Or lost, for that matter? he wonders matter-of-factly.
the ringing in my ears gets violent
