and on to the glory at my right hand
"We could absolutely make it so that they charged into the Kraai," Ronin points out as he strolls towards his husband, though the hot urge to chase and rend and tear is slowly ebbing away, replaced by a different kind of warmth. A warmth that's full of green eyes and strong arms and hot springs. Remi holds out his forearm and a soft growl rises up in the Huntsman's throat - he doesn't need to say it with words that he'd also like this particular mark to go away.
"It would be my pleasure," he murmurs, leaning down to press his lips against the bite, even as a fierce glow begins to flicker out of him. The supernova engages only a moment later, spraying snow in all directions, but when it all dies down, the Lullaby's skin will be smooth and free of marks.
"Much better," he says, smiling and delivering another kiss to his wrist.
"It would be my pleasure," he murmurs, leaning down to press his lips against the bite, even as a fierce glow begins to flicker out of him. The supernova engages only a moment later, spraying snow in all directions, but when it all dies down, the Lullaby's skin will be smooth and free of marks.
"Much better," he says, smiling and delivering another kiss to his wrist.
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