Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
"I love you too. You know I won't," Ronin murmured, smiling easily back at his husband - then again, he had no idea what he was in for. And as Remi began to shift the hunter staggered a few steps back, lips parting in true awe at the sight unfolding before him. Not well versed in his fairytales, Ronin didn't know the word manticore, but he didn't know what he was looking at was completely and utterly other compared to everything he'd seen an Attuned do before.
Still, the axe remained steady in his grip, and he felt some primal part of him quiver and cringe away as the lion's lip twitched and teeth upon teeth were revealed. Taking a slow breath in through his nose, Ronin lifted his chin and sought out the shattered sea-glass stare. "Well," he said slowly, softly. "You definitely win the dick-swinging contest for a while after this."
Still, the axe remained steady in his grip, and he felt some primal part of him quiver and cringe away as the lion's lip twitched and teeth upon teeth were revealed. Taking a slow breath in through his nose, Ronin lifted his chin and sought out the shattered sea-glass stare. "Well," he said slowly, softly. "You definitely win the dick-swinging contest for a while after this."
