gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
Arching his back into the touches, Ronin’s smile hides nothing - not his smug enjoyment at being such a demanding husband; not his ridiculous love for Remi; not his pleasure. ”You knew what you married,” he drawls, inhaling a sharp breath, an almost laugh, at the teeth that come nipping at his earlobe. ”You will, and you have, and I love you for it.” He winks down at his husband.
”A polecat, you say? I’m afraid if Ludo does that then it’s not going to be able to snatch you away to do your job. Your full time occupation will be my empathy scarf. I’m sorry, that’s just the way it has to be.” Ronin neither looks nor sounds sorry, brushing his nose over Remi’s and letting out a content sigh. ”Would you object if I just fell asleep right here?”
”A polecat, you say? I’m afraid if Ludo does that then it’s not going to be able to snatch you away to do your job. Your full time occupation will be my empathy scarf. I’m sorry, that’s just the way it has to be.” Ronin neither looks nor sounds sorry, brushing his nose over Remi’s and letting out a content sigh. ”Would you object if I just fell asleep right here?”
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
