gratuitous violence; unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking
"Why do I have to choose?" Ronin grins after his husband, his energy nearly boundless as he strives to catch up to Remi. He's nowhere near able to concentrate enough to send enough feathers trickling down his spine to trigger his leather getup, but he hopes his point gets across through the Attuned bond. His focus is primarily on pitch black wings and glaming black talons, in blood and flight and the sight of the Lullaby high above, looking more than good enough to eat.
As they level out and they're able to feel the sun on their wings and the world shrinking away below, Ronin lets himself catch a thermal and lets out a long, easy breath. "I'd rather stay here with you." Finding Vi can wait. Everything can wait. I feel... It's not something he can really give words to, so he projects it out instead; screaming freedom, adrenaline setting every vein alight, the ache and burn of muscles well-used and a yawning sense of almost tranquility beneath it all.
I don't feel like murdering anything, he says, which is probably saying something.
As they level out and they're able to feel the sun on their wings and the world shrinking away below, Ronin lets himself catch a thermal and lets out a long, easy breath. "I'd rather stay here with you." Finding Vi can wait. Everything can wait. I feel... It's not something he can really give words to, so he projects it out instead; screaming freedom, adrenaline setting every vein alight, the ache and burn of muscles well-used and a yawning sense of almost tranquility beneath it all.
I don't feel like murdering anything, he says, which is probably saying something.
RONIN
