RONIN
Ronin wishes he could be the paradigm of grace and charm to give his husband a show worth watching. What Remi gets, of course, is the Star hopping around on bare and dirty feet, streaked with soil as he tries to hike up his pants. He does succeed, at least, with an audible aha!, turning to preen at Remi and swaggering over to sit astride the other man, since he's not getting up just yet. "Mm, nah. I think we'll just fine. And I've died - I know about these things," he mumbles, leaning in for a kiss.
If they aren't careful they'll be going for another tumble in the mud, so Ronin rises back to his feet and reaches out to offer a hand to the Lullaby; a wordless indication that it's time to go and take a dunk in the river. It'll wipe away the dirt and the sweat in time for them to go and fight landsharks, as far as he's concerned.
If they aren't careful they'll be going for another tumble in the mud, so Ronin rises back to his feet and reaches out to offer a hand to the Lullaby; a wordless indication that it's time to go and take a dunk in the river. It'll wipe away the dirt and the sweat in time for them to go and fight landsharks, as far as he's concerned.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
