there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"Oh I'm sure you can think of a few other uses for it." Whether Remi would actually be successful is another thing entirely, based on Ronin's experiences. And speaking of bare asses (oh my), the Star is busy squeezing his husband's, remarkably comfortable to say they were still sprawled in the mud in the swamp. "Ooh, it would be. Or a lovely storm, maybe," he murmurs, his fingers trailing lazily along the other man's lower back by this point.
Raising an eyebrow to hear the conversation, however grim it might be, the Star can only let out a sigh and close his eyes to relax further into the dirt. "The Hollowed Grounds hasn't been my home for a long time. I don't find it too much of a terrible thing to be banned from there," he admits with a crooked smile. "Writing ahead? You? My, that might almost make you civilised." He laughs.
Raising an eyebrow to hear the conversation, however grim it might be, the Star can only let out a sigh and close his eyes to relax further into the dirt. "The Hollowed Grounds hasn't been my home for a long time. I don't find it too much of a terrible thing to be banned from there," he admits with a crooked smile. "Writing ahead? You? My, that might almost make you civilised." He laughs.
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