you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
It doesn't even describe it. Ronin grows red right to the tips of his ears again, and even though his hand is clammy as it closes around Remi's, it's like a thunderclap has just rocketed up through his arm and down his spine. He feels his stomach flip-flop and, while he tries to say something (that's okay or don't worry about it or fuck me up against this tree) his mouth seems to goldfish and little else comes of it.
So instead, feeling his fingers similarly twitch in the other man's, he merely steps a little closer. Or does he tug Remi closer? Gods, he doesn't know, but the Longheat morning suddenly seems unbearably hot, and as much as Ronin wants to look away from the Lullaby's face, he also finds that he simply can't. "I... uh, I mean... you look..."
You look like the most handsome man in the world. Just say it, Ronin. Gods. With his heart thundering in his chest, he wonders if he might just pass the fuck out.
So instead, feeling his fingers similarly twitch in the other man's, he merely steps a little closer. Or does he tug Remi closer? Gods, he doesn't know, but the Longheat morning suddenly seems unbearably hot, and as much as Ronin wants to look away from the Lullaby's face, he also finds that he simply can't. "I... uh, I mean... you look..."
You look like the most handsome man in the world. Just say it, Ronin. Gods. With his heart thundering in his chest, he wonders if he might just pass the fuck out.
RONIN
