RONIN
Sorry. With his tongue otherwise occupied, Ronin has to apologise through the bond they share, and as deft fingers move up into his hair to anchor him closer, the Star has absolutely no intention of going anywhere. He'll apologise until their dream is nothing but the restful sleep of two exhausted souls, if that's what Remi wants. He's whatever you want tonight, he continues, his fingers slipping beneath the Lullaby's shirt to seek warm skin and familiar scars.
One day, I'm going to have you all to myself again, he vows, something sweetly and dangerously possessive in the Star's tone - it is still Leafchange, after all, and much of Ronin's behaviour might be blamed on the luxere stag in him itching for a fight (or sex, or sometimes both). And when I do, I don't think I'm ever going to let you go, Remi.
But for now? This is about as perfect as it gets.
One day, I'm going to have you all to myself again, he vows, something sweetly and dangerously possessive in the Star's tone - it is still Leafchange, after all, and much of Ronin's behaviour might be blamed on the luxere stag in him itching for a fight (or sex, or sometimes both). And when I do, I don't think I'm ever going to let you go, Remi.
But for now? This is about as perfect as it gets.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
