RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
Ronin is dying to point out that Remi is only the one who carries the sandwiches and not the one who makes them, but alas, the man pressed flush against him is very good at both bribery and distraction; combined, it's a recipe that keeps Ronin very happily wrapped around Remi's little finger. "It isn't that I'm shy--" he begins, playfully outraged but far too invested in the heat of their bodies that chases away the chill in the air to do anything about it.
But then Remi mentions the Gullet potentially wanting to join in, and his nose wrinkles in horror. "I wasn't, but I am now," he groans, an arm slipping around Remi's shoulders to clasp him closer, like he might protect them both from any weird, groping parts of the tunnel system. "Nothing like a mental image like that to throw ice water on the libido," he complains, though he still sneaks a kiss to the corner of Remi's mouth (and his cheek, and his temple).
"Do you think Starfall just gets more gross as we keep going? If it does, should we just call it quits here?"
But then Remi mentions the Gullet potentially wanting to join in, and his nose wrinkles in horror. "I wasn't, but I am now," he groans, an arm slipping around Remi's shoulders to clasp him closer, like he might protect them both from any weird, groping parts of the tunnel system. "Nothing like a mental image like that to throw ice water on the libido," he complains, though he still sneaks a kiss to the corner of Remi's mouth (and his cheek, and his temple).
"Do you think Starfall just gets more gross as we keep going? If it does, should we just call it quits here?"
show me your darkness.
