gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
”Gods, you’re so right.” Ronin huffs out a laugh at the realisation, wondering how much of the truth is fed to him through a rose coloured lens by the people he trusts. Then again, that only reinforces what he has with Remi; the man he knows will show him the ugly and the dark, as well as the good. ”No, but you did let it sharpen your tongue,” he reminds the Alchemist, as guilty of it himself as anyone.
As Remi wriggles about, Ronin of course stays right where he is, leaving him once again comfortably astride his husband so he might continue his kisses back up again, over his stomach and chest. Brow furrowing, he listens carefully to the news about Ludo, humming an enigmatic note of mostly suspicion. ”Why does it care?” he wonders, peering up at Remi. ”Do you want it? The help, I mean.”
As Remi wriggles about, Ronin of course stays right where he is, leaving him once again comfortably astride his husband so he might continue his kisses back up again, over his stomach and chest. Brow furrowing, he listens carefully to the news about Ludo, humming an enigmatic note of mostly suspicion. ”Why does it care?” he wonders, peering up at Remi. ”Do you want it? The help, I mean.”
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
