the wounds are open and bleeding out
Ronin grumbles along with his husband at the implication of fortifying the Greatwood, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. It isn't that he doesn't think it's a good idea; on the contrary, Ronin is all for it. But he still thinks it would be better if he were there as well. (And that's only partially because he wants and plans to murder the Eye). "Well, for all of the gods telling us where we need to be and sort of why, they haven't ever stopped us from leaving the Greatwood or Stormbreak. And it would be official business."
Spotting his husband's blush, the Star can't help the flutter of affection in the pit of his stomach, and he reaches out to brush his thumb over Remi's cheek. "Even if I can't bring the Dragoons, perhaps I'll just... come and investigate myself. Goddesses seem to be under our remit, right?" He winks.
It doesn't take long for Ronin to cuddle Remi back to the point where he's pulling the other man to lay down with him, their drinks abandoned for the time being. "It's going," he mumbles. "One of the flowers made me really horny. One of the others made me hungry. One made me really, really weird. Now there's just two to go."
Spotting his husband's blush, the Star can't help the flutter of affection in the pit of his stomach, and he reaches out to brush his thumb over Remi's cheek. "Even if I can't bring the Dragoons, perhaps I'll just... come and investigate myself. Goddesses seem to be under our remit, right?" He winks.
It doesn't take long for Ronin to cuddle Remi back to the point where he's pulling the other man to lay down with him, their drinks abandoned for the time being. "It's going," he mumbles. "One of the flowers made me really horny. One of the others made me hungry. One made me really, really weird. Now there's just two to go."
THE
DARK STAR
