RONIN
"Mm, but I don't really think you dislike them as much as you say. At least, I've never heard you complain about showering with me before," Ronin points out to his husband, the words mumbled against his lips, and he lets his hands stroke gentle patterns down the Lullaby's chest and across his ribs, his hips. "But if you really don't want to bathe, you can just watch me if you like." The offer is made with a shit-eating grin, the roar of the Stonesong all too obvious behind him.
Pausing as the bank starts to decline towards the water, he takes a moment to enjoy the simple and raw ferocity about the alchemist. With blood under his fingernails, a healing stripe of claw marks over one shoulder, and the softest and sweetest lips Ronin has ever known, his husband isn't the only one whose knees are week. It's more dangerous for the Star, though, because he might drag them both into the water.
Pausing as the bank starts to decline towards the water, he takes a moment to enjoy the simple and raw ferocity about the alchemist. With blood under his fingernails, a healing stripe of claw marks over one shoulder, and the softest and sweetest lips Ronin has ever known, his husband isn't the only one whose knees are week. It's more dangerous for the Star, though, because he might drag them both into the water.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
