we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Gideon laughs and Ronin echoes the sentiment - for a moment both physical and mental form are one, in this strange battle of wills. Because this is something unbelievable, and yet here they are, and having the other man up close and in his personal space does precisely nothing to calm the sudden fire in his belly. Blue eyes flick back to the room that Gideon indicates, and the Star nods as if to advise that it will certainly do the job. Wouldn't want to deface a Temple again now would you, Ronin?
Following after the Priest, his gaze is drawn very briefly to the whatever-it-was that Gideon was doing when Ronin walked in. Quickly, though, the curiosity is banished in lieu of much more pressing matters, and as soon as they are officially out of the Temple proper, the Star reaches out to draw the other man back against him. Strong fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, clutching him closer, and lips warmed by passion seek out a needy kiss fired by lust.
Following after the Priest, his gaze is drawn very briefly to the whatever-it-was that Gideon was doing when Ronin walked in. Quickly, though, the curiosity is banished in lieu of much more pressing matters, and as soon as they are officially out of the Temple proper, the Star reaches out to draw the other man back against him. Strong fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, clutching him closer, and lips warmed by passion seek out a needy kiss fired by lust.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
