gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
”Chance would be a fine thing, Remi.” Ronin chuckles at that; to just do this for centuries while the gods went and fought and the world left them alone? His husband might not be alone on that particular birthday wish. The Star shifts a bit so he can bury his face in the side of Remi’s neck, though anything he’s about to say fades into garbled nothing at the sudden attention to stiff muscles (not that one, you filth - though, give it time).
Sighing contently and running a hand down the Alchemist’s side, fingers gently catching on and paying attention to each nick and scar, Ronin lets out another soft laugh. ”Neither can I,” he mutters. ”If that happens I guess we’ll just have to sword fight.” Remi will probably feel his dirty grin, the Star utterly relaxed against his husband.
Sighing contently and running a hand down the Alchemist’s side, fingers gently catching on and paying attention to each nick and scar, Ronin lets out another soft laugh. ”Neither can I,” he mutters. ”If that happens I guess we’ll just have to sword fight.” Remi will probably feel his dirty grin, the Star utterly relaxed against his husband.
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
