the things we hold are always the first to go
"I will have to start making better compliments, then," Ronin says, a smile creeping across his face. So what if he manages to make it sound like a threat? Remi will just have to wait and see what he comes up with next time. "Tickling is probably more dangerous," he admits. "Since I kick like a mule when you touch my toes." Grinning now, he sinks more deeply into the chair and winds his arms around the Lullaby to hug him close.
"Mm, I was reading some myths and legends about Ludo's Woods," he explains, even as his fingers sneak up the back of Remi's shirt so he can press his hands against his bare skin. "Do you know, the Fae used to believe that all the trees there would bleed? Like, bleed blood. Not sap. They used to drink it at the Festival of Lights."
"Mm, I was reading some myths and legends about Ludo's Woods," he explains, even as his fingers sneak up the back of Remi's shirt so he can press his hands against his bare skin. "Do you know, the Fae used to believe that all the trees there would bleed? Like, bleed blood. Not sap. They used to drink it at the Festival of Lights."
