RONIN
"Nothing else matters right now but you staying right here and warming me up," Ronin mumbles, smiling and taking another drink from the flask once Remi is done before he sets it down. Letting the wine warm his bones, he nuzzles into Remi's curls and lets out a deep sigh. "No, you," he objects, though it's feeble at best. His limbs all feel like lead after the dunk in the Stonesong, and as their body heat starts to kindle him back to life, sleep is all but irresistible.
"Mm...? Oh, it was a tattooist down in Torchline, along the beach. They had healing magic, so they cleaned their work up as they went," he explains, though it's mostly mumbled against the crown of Remi's head. "That feels so good, don't stop," he says of the fingers drifting over his body, even as his eyes drift shut.
"Mm...? Oh, it was a tattooist down in Torchline, along the beach. They had healing magic, so they cleaned their work up as they went," he explains, though it's mostly mumbled against the crown of Remi's head. "That feels so good, don't stop," he says of the fingers drifting over his body, even as his eyes drift shut.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
