Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
The barbs on the tip of his tongue wanted to spit that Ronin didn't help anyone train any more, he just ate dirt and got his ass handed to him, but he bit it back and took a long, calming breath through his nose. Remi was right, and it wasn't any different. The whole getting off on it thing was a definite sore point, but if that was mitigated then... well. They were back to square one, and it was up to Remi. That had never changed. Although apparently it had, according to his husband.
"It isn't fine though," he muttered. "I'm sorry. Like I said, maybe it's me - maybe I can't get the image of a Bloodfiend out of my head enough for this. Not right now, anyway. As long as you're happy, and safe... that's all that matters really. It's all that ever mattered."
"It isn't fine though," he muttered. "I'm sorry. Like I said, maybe it's me - maybe I can't get the image of a Bloodfiend out of my head enough for this. Not right now, anyway. As long as you're happy, and safe... that's all that matters really. It's all that ever mattered."
