RONIN
"I feel like a block of ice," Ronin grumbles emphatically, nestling into bed with Remi and ensuring that he stretches across him so they're touching in every place possible. "What's that supposed to mean?" he inquires regarding the apparently random selection of women that the Lullaby comes up with. But then he's being offered the flask of mulled wine, accepting it gratefully and pressing a cold kiss to the edge of Remi's jaw.
"I think I'd quite like that. Maybe after the wine and a nap you can give me even more of a reason to forget," he says, and if it weren't for the fact that he's pretty sure his most sensitive parts have gone to hide up inside him, Ronin might have added some further innuendo. Instead, he takes a slow sip of the warm wine, then offers it out to Remi. "That is like magic," he mumbles.
"I think I'd quite like that. Maybe after the wine and a nap you can give me even more of a reason to forget," he says, and if it weren't for the fact that he's pretty sure his most sensitive parts have gone to hide up inside him, Ronin might have added some further innuendo. Instead, he takes a slow sip of the warm wine, then offers it out to Remi. "That is like magic," he mumbles.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
