I will fight the end
"Not as good as you do," Ronin promises, the words whispered against the heat of Remi's lips. Inhaling deeply, as if able to scent the blood in the air, he lets his lower half shift back if only so he can draw the other man flush against him without causing injury. "Whole cows?" His smile is jagged and he can't even help it. "Or maybe whole ramphire. Oh, or a starwhale, or--" His restaurant menu is silenced by the press of lips and tongue, Ronin moaning softly into the Lullaby's mouth and melting into his grip.
It's with a distant nudge of willpower that his nimbus trundles down to meet them - evidently Ronin doesn't intend for them to swim back to shore, or fly back unless they're wrapped up in each other. "It's Longheat. We should sleep on the beach, like we used to," he suggests, remembering fondly their rickety wagon full of trinkets and oddities, wondering where it might be now.
It's with a distant nudge of willpower that his nimbus trundles down to meet them - evidently Ronin doesn't intend for them to swim back to shore, or fly back unless they're wrapped up in each other. "It's Longheat. We should sleep on the beach, like we used to," he suggests, remembering fondly their rickety wagon full of trinkets and oddities, wondering where it might be now.
'til the end is here
