RONIN
"I'm glad you can appreciate how serious this is," Ronin murmurs, smiling against Remi's jawline. With new instincts awakening within him all the time, and the well-established possessiveness of a luxere thrumming through his blood, he's almost surprised by the intensity of his need for the other man. Almost - not quite, though. Remi always has and always will get him riled up; the only difference now is his reaction to it.
He shifts back just enough to let the other man slip his shirt over his head, but even that is too much distance. Ronin moves to stand between the Lullaby's legs, fingers twisting through his shirt to draw him closer once again. "I think it's called making time." He grins, mere inches from the alchemist's lips, his palms splaying across his chest. "And I think that's a great idea - easy to do as well. For instance, I'd like to make some time with you this evening. There's a bar in the Sea of Branches I've been wanting to try out - I thought we could spend the night judging their gin and wine."
He shifts back just enough to let the other man slip his shirt over his head, but even that is too much distance. Ronin moves to stand between the Lullaby's legs, fingers twisting through his shirt to draw him closer once again. "I think it's called making time." He grins, mere inches from the alchemist's lips, his palms splaying across his chest. "And I think that's a great idea - easy to do as well. For instance, I'd like to make some time with you this evening. There's a bar in the Sea of Branches I've been wanting to try out - I thought we could spend the night judging their gin and wine."
a star in someone else's sky
