arms give away your need
"No, I know that," Ronin says quickly, his brows furrowing. His arms slip from around Remi despite himself, the Star taking a step back where something inky and viscous has begun to infect the ground (or water, rather) beneath his feet. It's a wound that, while fresh, has already begun to fester, even as he tries to process it. "Didn't you... Weren't you careful?" He shakes his head, though the answer is obviously no given Remi's initial revelation.
Ronin clenches and unclenches his hands. There's something burning in his chest up in into his throat, and he has to take a long, measured breath before he speaks again. "So you got her pregnant. What..." He wants to laugh, but it might come out all wrong. The ink beneath his feet wells out a little further. "What now?"
Ronin clenches and unclenches his hands. There's something burning in his chest up in into his throat, and he has to take a long, measured breath before he speaks again. "So you got her pregnant. What..." He wants to laugh, but it might come out all wrong. The ink beneath his feet wells out a little further. "What now?"
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
