there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"Either way, it's not down here now." Which is reassuring; proof that the Family had kept their end of the bargain and had left and took whatever it was with them. Ronin makes a mental note to underline that part of his report a few times before he delivers it to Flora, and his eyes remain pinned on the scars in the ground even as Remi's arms slide around his neck; that very same gaze sharpens considerably as his husband takes a couple of cartoonishly large steps closer.
He goes with him, naturally, if only to keep him from moving away entirely, though his nose wrinkles in distaste as the Bastion plants them more or less at the very edge of the crater. "I would make out with you anywhere," he informs him, voice soft and playful and entirely at odds with his expression. "Though this is close to the bottom of my wishlist."
Nevertheless, as Ronin's expression softens and he turns his head back towards Remi, it's no coincidence that his lips catch the other man's in a kiss that feels determined to wipe away the memory of the original purpose of this place. Instead it can be the Creepy Taliesin Makeout Spot.
He goes with him, naturally, if only to keep him from moving away entirely, though his nose wrinkles in distaste as the Bastion plants them more or less at the very edge of the crater. "I would make out with you anywhere," he informs him, voice soft and playful and entirely at odds with his expression. "Though this is close to the bottom of my wishlist."
Nevertheless, as Ronin's expression softens and he turns his head back towards Remi, it's no coincidence that his lips catch the other man's in a kiss that feels determined to wipe away the memory of the original purpose of this place. Instead it can be the Creepy Taliesin Makeout Spot.
RONIN
