RONIN
See me in the classroom. Ronin doesn't know quite how to take it when Remi bursts out laughing, and he's probably blushing a fair bit by the time the alchemist collapses against his shoulder. His arms move around him further, like he can hold back any potential criticism that is likely to come from his (apparently) innocuous answers. "What?" he blurts as he starts to explain, and while his cheeks are still pink, a smile creeps across his face. "I'm delicious and zingy, he agrees on the food front.
And by the time Remi has moved onto partners and sex, Ronin is sneaking careful kisses along his bruised neck. "You're my dragon," he says, tittering to himself. "Have you never seen dragons working in a pack? Terrifying." And effective. "What I want in my ideal partner is right here. Your personality test is stupid, and I loved it."
Peeking up, he raises a mischievous brow. "Is this where I get to find out yours?"
And by the time Remi has moved onto partners and sex, Ronin is sneaking careful kisses along his bruised neck. "You're my dragon," he says, tittering to himself. "Have you never seen dragons working in a pack? Terrifying." And effective. "What I want in my ideal partner is right here. Your personality test is stupid, and I loved it."
Peeking up, he raises a mischievous brow. "Is this where I get to find out yours?"
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
