gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
The feathers and the fur are a warning that Ronin heeds; this is a dance that he’s navigated a hundred times, through a hundred different issues. ”Well, much as we would like to, we can’t control what other people think. Not about us, not in general,” he murmurs through a sigh, his fingers following the path of feathers in a line down Remi’s back. ”Why does it bother you? Is it that it feels like you’re not being heard?”
Ronin has seen it, here and there; the way people expect more of his husband than he’s capable of giving any more, and while he can’t fault them for trying, he imagines it’s grating. With a smirk, he lets his fingertips trace across the Alchemist’s hips. ”I’ll take that as a resounding no, then. What did she say, when you told her as much?”
Ronin has seen it, here and there; the way people expect more of his husband than he’s capable of giving any more, and while he can’t fault them for trying, he imagines it’s grating. With a smirk, he lets his fingertips trace across the Alchemist’s hips. ”I’ll take that as a resounding no, then. What did she say, when you told her as much?”
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
