we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Well, when I'm drawing it on your shoulders, there have to be some curves in some places," Ronin says in his defence, grinning and tickling his fingers across Remi's back as he gives his hand a nudge. Of course, the Star is unable to be quite as shit-eating and smug as he wants to be, because suddenly there's a warm hand on his ass and a handsome man serenading him with words that have no right to sound so beautiful.
"Remi," he grumbles right back at the other man, his arms slipping around him properly to draw him closer (does it have anything to do with the friction that all this wriggling about is causing? Yes it absolutely does). "Hey! No need to skewer me for telling the truth." Half laughing, Ronin tries to inch away from Remi's prodding fingers, but given that he's tangled up in the Lullaby, he's taking him with him wherever he goes.
It's all laughably ineffective, but in the end the Star rolls them over, as if to pin Remi beneath him instead. "Say it again?" He grins. "Whatever it was you said."
"Remi," he grumbles right back at the other man, his arms slipping around him properly to draw him closer (does it have anything to do with the friction that all this wriggling about is causing? Yes it absolutely does). "Hey! No need to skewer me for telling the truth." Half laughing, Ronin tries to inch away from Remi's prodding fingers, but given that he's tangled up in the Lullaby, he's taking him with him wherever he goes.
It's all laughably ineffective, but in the end the Star rolls them over, as if to pin Remi beneath him instead. "Say it again?" He grins. "Whatever it was you said."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
