RONIN
"I can apologise for it making you feel bad though, can't I?" Ronin smiles, before Remi's quite suddenly gone from his lap and he's left with the empty feeling of you fucked up again, Taliesin. "Oh," he says softly, his husband managing to succinctly point out his shortcomings as usual, and so he merely itches at the stubble on his chin and rubs at some blood flecked across the back of his hand. "Well, I..." He's got nothing and he knows it, the Huntsman shifting to prop an elbow on the table and rest his chin in his hand.
"I should have been able to kill that thing," he mutters. "It feels like it should have been dead long before Sunjata tore its throat out." He shakes his head. "It felt like the last time I was in Hak Etme, with that dragoon and the bone monster." He'd killed them both back then.
"I should have been able to kill that thing," he mutters. "It feels like it should have been dead long before Sunjata tore its throat out." He shakes his head. "It felt like the last time I was in Hak Etme, with that dragoon and the bone monster." He'd killed them both back then.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
