Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
Sinking blissfully into the sheets and the pillows as if they were clouds rather than linen, Ronin let out a quiet laugh that was still a touch breathless. "A stroll? After your performance just now? I'll be surprised if your legs can carry you as far as the door." Because Ronin certainly wouldn't be going anywhere, a faint and satisfying ache settling deep in his hips and lower back as his eyes fluttered shut again.
"It's you and me now," he mumbled. "It's official and everything. Hope you know what you got yourself into." Ronin's smile was playful, audible in his words, and he fumbled fruitlessly for a blanket to draw over them. Eventually he gave up - if they got cold, Remi would be able to conjure something up in an instant.
"It's you and me now," he mumbled. "It's official and everything. Hope you know what you got yourself into." Ronin's smile was playful, audible in his words, and he fumbled fruitlessly for a blanket to draw over them. Eventually he gave up - if they got cold, Remi would be able to conjure something up in an instant.
