gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
Remi is still and Ronin moves around him like the Alchemist is the sun and he’s in orbit; he gets the cups ready and takes the water off the stove once the kettle starts to whistle, listening all the while. Making coffee laced with more than a health amount of liquor, the heat and the alcohol should hopefully start to thaw his husband out.
Setting the cup down in front of Remi, Ronin instead moves to stand behind his husband’s chair, leaning into kiss his damp curls. ”What would you have liked to have done?” he asks, warm hands coming to rest upon strong shoulders. ”Or felt? I don’t think there are any rules about how you’re supposed to feel about doing this sort of thing...”
Setting the cup down in front of Remi, Ronin instead moves to stand behind his husband’s chair, leaning into kiss his damp curls. ”What would you have liked to have done?” he asks, warm hands coming to rest upon strong shoulders. ”Or felt? I don’t think there are any rules about how you’re supposed to feel about doing this sort of thing...”
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
