Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
"Mm, I suppose that it is," Ronin said with a smirk, watching as Remi sank the whiskey in the glass like it was nothing. A true Torcher, he imagined it would only endear the people to him further. Once they got over their quiet fear of him, anyway. (Because Remi had been nothing short of terrifying for the first part of their lives here, and there was no forgetting that easily."
There was no point in responding and dragging out the melancholy, so Ronin instead let his arms slip around Remi as they kissed, smiling against his lips. "Then you had better get to work, because it feels like Torchline's default state is chaos." He grinned, gazing out at the twinkling lights in the distance. "I'll be here for you, good and bad. In whatever capacity you'll have me," he assured the other man, holding him close.
"Just promise me you won't live in another house on top of a fucking volcano."
There was no point in responding and dragging out the melancholy, so Ronin instead let his arms slip around Remi as they kissed, smiling against his lips. "Then you had better get to work, because it feels like Torchline's default state is chaos." He grinned, gazing out at the twinkling lights in the distance. "I'll be here for you, good and bad. In whatever capacity you'll have me," he assured the other man, holding him close.
"Just promise me you won't live in another house on top of a fucking volcano."
