RONIN
the darkstar
Ronin doesn’t even bother with a verbal response at that, merely giving his husband a long and lingering look. To see him shirtless and scarred, laying in the sand and lulling their son to sleep? Naked is just the start of it. Still, he scrunches his nose at the alchemist’s next comment, as if able to already envision what he has in mind. ”Yes, I bet you’d strip it off with your tongue, wouldn’t you?” he muses with a laugh.
The mere idea that someone or something might emerge to stop them at this point has Ronin grinning, and he shrugs his shoulders to Remi. ”We are different men now,” he assures him. ”Duty and empathy have knocked us into the dirt, you and I. I’m pretty sure there’s enough selfishness between us now to tell anything that tries to make us stay to fuck off. In no uncertain terms.”
The mere idea that someone or something might emerge to stop them at this point has Ronin grinning, and he shrugs his shoulders to Remi. ”We are different men now,” he assures him. ”Duty and empathy have knocked us into the dirt, you and I. I’m pretty sure there’s enough selfishness between us now to tell anything that tries to make us stay to fuck off. In no uncertain terms.”
