this is me trying

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "Mm. I wish I did too," Ronin admits, though his breath hitches in his throat a bit as the other man tangles himself closer, unintentionally causing the most delicious friction against parts of Ronin that really need no encouragement. Still, his fingers never stray from their gentle ministrations, stroking along Remi's lower back and onto his hip beneath the blankets that cocoon them. What the Lullaby says next is a difficult thing to swallow for Ronin, if only because he knows that the other man has the right of it. They might not be the only judges, jurors and executioners out there, but they're certainly one of a privileged few. "I suppose it's just figuring out when," he says slowly, tracing soft kisses along Remi's temple and down onto his cheeks, only ceasing at the feel of strong fingers that move through his hair. "Mm, he might be neutral," Ronin agrees, because haha, little do they know, "but I doubt that flaying away his scars will nudge Sunjata in the direction that Cian would like him to go in." Still, the Star realises that he has no idea what the Eye is really capable of, still. "Besides, I don't think Sunjata would just sit there and take it. I guess we'll just have to wait and see." The mere tone of his voice suggests exactly what he thinks of that approach.