gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
"Exactly. Entirely coincidentally. I'm affronted that you'd doubt me about it," Ronin says with an honest-to-gods pout at Remi, one that melts into something mildly suspicious and uncertain, though there are hints of a smile that want to curl into the expression. "Are you mocking me, husband?" he inquires; it isn't as though the Knight is even entirely aware of when he's crowned with antlers at Leafchange - it just happens, like the tide coming in and out. Or the mailman receiving death threats. You know, normal stuff.
'Tis the season for something, he might have countered, but then his hands are on Remi and he tracks the flush along his skin like it's a light to lead him home. Already stepping closer, already letting his fingers skim across the other man's hips to try and tease beneath his shirt, he shrugs a shoulder at his last remark - evidently he's happy to concede anything if it means no more walking and much more of this.
When the kiss comes it might as well be poison for the fire it sets in Ronin's veins; slow, infuriatingly gentle, loving and soft and absolutely not enough, he hisses in a quiet breath that already suggests a tentative limit to his restraint--
And then he hears the fucking void messengers.
Their echoing cries might as well be laughter for how the Knight feels this is personal, and he turns to glare up into the archways of stone and darkened crags, searching for the little fucks.
'Tis the season for something, he might have countered, but then his hands are on Remi and he tracks the flush along his skin like it's a light to lead him home. Already stepping closer, already letting his fingers skim across the other man's hips to try and tease beneath his shirt, he shrugs a shoulder at his last remark - evidently he's happy to concede anything if it means no more walking and much more of this.
When the kiss comes it might as well be poison for the fire it sets in Ronin's veins; slow, infuriatingly gentle, loving and soft and absolutely not enough, he hisses in a quiet breath that already suggests a tentative limit to his restraint--
And then he hears the fucking void messengers.
Their echoing cries might as well be laughter for how the Knight feels this is personal, and he turns to glare up into the archways of stone and darkened crags, searching for the little fucks.
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
