RONIN
"If it helps, I also thought it was a strange request for you to make. I would have hung the cauldron over something for the soup to cook, myself," Ronin says, laughter threading his words, even though they both know he's an utter liar. Remi's arms stretch out and Ronin wastes little time in peeling his husband's shirt off entirely. Nipping gently at his hips as he continues his way up, he's interrupted only by the arching of the alchemist's back.
"Our son is a very clever boy," he says in his defence. "If he asks enough questions or prods about enough, he could find vegetables in raw meat, I swear." It's a phase, too, this whole vegetables are evil thing. Not that the vampire gourds are going to do anything to help matters.
Chuckling to himself, Ronin shifts to drape himself over Remi at last, kissing the side of the Lullaby's neck and sighing contently. "Anything?" he mumbles. "I'll keep that in mind. I want you just as you are now, though."
"Our son is a very clever boy," he says in his defence. "If he asks enough questions or prods about enough, he could find vegetables in raw meat, I swear." It's a phase, too, this whole vegetables are evil thing. Not that the vampire gourds are going to do anything to help matters.
Chuckling to himself, Ronin shifts to drape himself over Remi at last, kissing the side of the Lullaby's neck and sighing contently. "Anything?" he mumbles. "I'll keep that in mind. I want you just as you are now, though."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
