gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
It’s an ugly night, loud with rain and chill, but Sugar’s song still carries over it. At the sight of the Alchemist she swoops down to land about his shoulders, tucking her head firmly beneath his chin for a moment before taking off again, her inspection complete. It’s the prompt Ronin needs to rise from his chair, too, the Star watching as his husband approaches. ”Three,” he repeats with a heavy sigh, unfolding the towel and wrapping it about Remi, so he can gently wipe the rain from his face and help to dry his curls.
”Three less lost at sea. Three less struggling in the waves. It’s a bad way to die,” he mutters, knowing that it is a cold comfort to what his husband carries with him. Ronin steps in to slip his arms around Remi, caring not for getting soaked a well. It’s a small thing to feeling his heartbeat, to welcoming him home. ”Do you want to get a drink? Or just go up to bed?”
”Three less lost at sea. Three less struggling in the waves. It’s a bad way to die,” he mutters, knowing that it is a cold comfort to what his husband carries with him. Ronin steps in to slip his arms around Remi, caring not for getting soaked a well. It’s a small thing to feeling his heartbeat, to welcoming him home. ”Do you want to get a drink? Or just go up to bed?”
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
