gratuitous violence; unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking
As glorious as it would be to be caught by the Lullaby, Ronin can't deny that he much prefers this. The warm air catches beneath his wings, the Huntsman only aware that he's holding his breath once Remi shoots ahead. "Hey," he half growls, though there's a fanged grin on his face (and drying blood on his chin and his clothes, good job buddy) as he strives to mimic what the other man has just done.
Still, leaning into his instincts or not, there is no substitute for the kind of experience that Remi has had for years now, and so it's with a great deal of flapping and an overuse of energy that he scrambles through the air after his husband. "I've always wanted that as well," he says, though it sounds much more threatening than it really ought to.
The flight brings with it a yawning sense of freedom that rises like a scream in the back of Ronin's throat - the Huntsman barely knows what to do with it, knowing only that he wants higher, faster, and it doesn't matter how tired he gets after this if it means he can reach that.
Still, leaning into his instincts or not, there is no substitute for the kind of experience that Remi has had for years now, and so it's with a great deal of flapping and an overuse of energy that he scrambles through the air after his husband. "I've always wanted that as well," he says, though it sounds much more threatening than it really ought to.
The flight brings with it a yawning sense of freedom that rises like a scream in the back of Ronin's throat - the Huntsman barely knows what to do with it, knowing only that he wants higher, faster, and it doesn't matter how tired he gets after this if it means he can reach that.
RONIN
