RONIN
Ronin is about to respond in kind, but no sooner has he turned towards the sound of his husband's voice when Remi's lips and hands are all over him, and gods but if it isn't the best feeling in the world. Moaning his agreement into the kiss, Ronin is like putty between the Lullaby's fingers, guided closer, greedily seeking every part of him that he can possibly touch. Around them, the training grounds flood with further colour, as if Remi is the source of all of Ronin's creativity - and right now it feels like that might just be true.
"I missed you," he mumbles eventually, when he has sense enough, tumbling back with the Lullaby onto a cloud that suddenly hovers behind them to break their fall. "I'm fed up of this stupid place now. I want to come home." Ronin speaks as if it's as easy as all that, as if just saying it will be enough for them to whisk him away and put him back where he belongs. Eyes opening so he can gaze up at Remi, he takes a moment to simply look at him, to imagine that he's really there.
"I missed you," he mumbles eventually, when he has sense enough, tumbling back with the Lullaby onto a cloud that suddenly hovers behind them to break their fall. "I'm fed up of this stupid place now. I want to come home." Ronin speaks as if it's as easy as all that, as if just saying it will be enough for them to whisk him away and put him back where he belongs. Eyes opening so he can gaze up at Remi, he takes a moment to simply look at him, to imagine that he's really there.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
