RONIN
"I'd carry you anywhere." Ronin says with a dopey smile, spending a second to adjust himself (which basically involves kicking off his underwear so they're both naked) before he rises to his feet. Threshold-style is the flavour of the day, it seems, and the Star relaxes into the swathe of mock-compliments and he sweeps out of the room. They seem to have missed the rush of the soldiers at least, so it's a relatively empty walk down stone corridors and steps to the bathhouse.
"The second tallest? My, I am better even than I thought," he murmurs, giving a playful snarl at the cheek that scrapes against his own. "You better hold tight to me. It's cold down here at first, since Deepfrost hit." He nudges the door open to the bathhouse with a bare asscheek, making sure to shudder obnoxiously as if that will convey just how frigid it is to his husband.
"The second tallest? My, I am better even than I thought," he murmurs, giving a playful snarl at the cheek that scrapes against his own. "You better hold tight to me. It's cold down here at first, since Deepfrost hit." He nudges the door open to the bathhouse with a bare asscheek, making sure to shudder obnoxiously as if that will convey just how frigid it is to his husband.
don't close your eyes
something beautiful is still alive
something beautiful is still alive
