RONIN
the darkstar
"They can jump all they like - they'll only get my mediocre regardless," Ronin informs his husband in a low, quiet voice, watching with mild interest as the tea fills the jaws of all the skulls. He thinks the old gods will like it - there's a beauty and a morbidity to it that Safrin and Ludo can both appreciate, and the tea itself is both iterations of Frey.
Later he'll be glad that they did manage to leave their offering before his attention is stolen, lest their bodies write the story of their devotion instead. (Who knows, the gods might like that just as much?) Remi's arms slip around his neck while the Huntsman is still reeling and caught in the other man's gaze, and he's smiling raher stupidly even as their lips meet.
He almost says Again? before belatedly remembering that they're Remi and Ronin Taliesin, and it doesn't matter when they last had each other. Melting against the other man's body, his hands are firm and yet gentle in their explorations, and already he's pressing the alchemist up against the hot, smooth obsidian. And how do you want to be loved? he asks through the bond while his tongue is busy.
Later he'll be glad that they did manage to leave their offering before his attention is stolen, lest their bodies write the story of their devotion instead. (Who knows, the gods might like that just as much?) Remi's arms slip around his neck while the Huntsman is still reeling and caught in the other man's gaze, and he's smiling raher stupidly even as their lips meet.
He almost says Again? before belatedly remembering that they're Remi and Ronin Taliesin, and it doesn't matter when they last had each other. Melting against the other man's body, his hands are firm and yet gentle in their explorations, and already he's pressing the alchemist up against the hot, smooth obsidian. And how do you want to be loved? he asks through the bond while his tongue is busy.
