we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Inhaling sharply and rocking his hips forward at the warm hands that come pressing against his ass, Ronin smiles against Remi's skin and does his best to continue to make breakfast as if this isn't happening - it's not easy, though. "Well look at him go," he says, sounding equally impressed by Mateo's findings out in the desert. "I didn't realise he knew so much already." Does he sound guilty? Absolutely he does. But part of him believes that Mateo is far too independent now for them to do much about it.
Grumbling about the loss of the warmth only for Remi to sidle up behind him instead, Ronin flips a pancake and grins. "I appreciate that," he murmurs. "It's to discuss the possibility of going to the Draig, you might be pleased to hear." As for him becoming a leader, Ronin's mouth drops open for him to object only for the dawning horror to drape over him. "Oh, shit," he hisses. "Shit. No, I'm just... I'm a secretary. That's all."
Grumbling about the loss of the warmth only for Remi to sidle up behind him instead, Ronin flips a pancake and grins. "I appreciate that," he murmurs. "It's to discuss the possibility of going to the Draig, you might be pleased to hear." As for him becoming a leader, Ronin's mouth drops open for him to object only for the dawning horror to drape over him. "Oh, shit," he hisses. "Shit. No, I'm just... I'm a secretary. That's all."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
