the wounds are open and bleeding out
"I promise it," Ronin whispered intimately to Remi, his teeth bared in a smile, utterly consumed by the proximity of the alchemist, by the pulse fluttering beneath his fingers, the body pinned under him. And, like it or not, regardless of how blighted the ex-captain now was, Remi still beat him to the punch in strength as well as speed. Hissing a curse as his legs were captured, Ronin lurched back up, his free hand whipping back as if to strike Remi---
Only for the other man to peel his fingers away from his throat with something close to ease. Ronin's free hand came down, aiming to strike hard at Remi's face - but not before his grip was forced around the stem of one of his fucking stupid roses, the thorns biting into the skin in two, three places, staining his palm black.
Roaring his displeasure, Ronin flung the flower aside with the aim of crushing it later. In the meantime both hands now went for Remi's throat, to make him pay for his stupidity.
Only for the other man to peel his fingers away from his throat with something close to ease. Ronin's free hand came down, aiming to strike hard at Remi's face - but not before his grip was forced around the stem of one of his fucking stupid roses, the thorns biting into the skin in two, three places, staining his palm black.
Roaring his displeasure, Ronin flung the flower aside with the aim of crushing it later. In the meantime both hands now went for Remi's throat, to make him pay for his stupidity.
THE
FALLEN STAR
