there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Ronin lets his husband slide to the mud beside him, albeit reluctantly, and as Remi settles the Star takes great pleasure in allowing his eyes to rove over the other man. Remi could be covered in mud or soaking in a bath of luxurious oils for all Ronin cares - he's still the most handsome thing in Caido, to him. "Oh, I see. Sorry," he flashes the his husband a smile as he clarifies, not that he's remotely aware of what they're talking about any more.
Until rELiCs, anyway. "A sword in a stone? Why would that be there? It would break when you tried to stab it into the rock," he says with a wrinkle of his nose, shivering at the fingers that come walking up his thigh. "They're probably just a bunch of weird stones and twisted bits of metal." Still, his brow furrows, Ronin gazing off into the swamp. "This suddenly feels real, doesn't it? Like someone's put an invisible hourglass over us." And time is ticking down.
Until rELiCs, anyway. "A sword in a stone? Why would that be there? It would break when you tried to stab it into the rock," he says with a wrinkle of his nose, shivering at the fingers that come walking up his thigh. "They're probably just a bunch of weird stones and twisted bits of metal." Still, his brow furrows, Ronin gazing off into the swamp. "This suddenly feels real, doesn't it? Like someone's put an invisible hourglass over us." And time is ticking down.
RONIN
