the baffled king composing hallelujah
"Remi," Ronin said softly, as if trying to persuade some reason from the situation. He rubbed his eyes, trying to understand how they had gotten here and how it had gone from 'a goddess tricked me in a sex dream' to breaking the promise he had made to his husband. Yes, if you want to know everything. Yes, I did. I said everything she told me to say, because I was horny and distracted. Okay?" It was embarrassing enough already - maybe spelling it out like this would give Remi some closure, since it wasn't doing a damned thing for Ronin.
"I never wanted any of what you said. Love, sex or otherwise. I didn't go to a shrine and say hey Safrin, fancy some sex while Remi isn't looking, did I? I went to sleep. I woke up. Things happened, and if it weren't for these stupid scribbles on my wrists, I'd never have thought anything more of it." And quite why he felt like he had to defend himself against it was a mixture of insulting and confusing.
"I never wanted any of what you said. Love, sex or otherwise. I didn't go to a shrine and say hey Safrin, fancy some sex while Remi isn't looking, did I? I went to sleep. I woke up. Things happened, and if it weren't for these stupid scribbles on my wrists, I'd never have thought anything more of it." And quite why he felt like he had to defend himself against it was a mixture of insulting and confusing.
