RONIN
THE DARK STAR
"A human shield? I suppose you sacrificing yourself for me would be me killing you, sort of, so maybe she'd agree on the basis that you might die?" Ronin raises his eyebrows. He's equally skeptical, and he also hates thinking about that sort of stuff, truth be told. So when Remi rolls up his sleeve and sidles closer, Ronin is all too eager to meet his lips.
Warm and pliant against his husband, still the Huntsman tenses dramatically as he feels the claw press into his skin, as if it's a grievous wound rather than something he'd barely notice on a good day. "Well, if he doesn't agree, I'm sure we can persuade him," he murmurs into the kiss, unintentionally echoing his husband's thoughts.
Drawing back and gazing across at his husband, he nods as if to say to collect the blood before he gets entirely derailed by Remi's presence.
Warm and pliant against his husband, still the Huntsman tenses dramatically as he feels the claw press into his skin, as if it's a grievous wound rather than something he'd barely notice on a good day. "Well, if he doesn't agree, I'm sure we can persuade him," he murmurs into the kiss, unintentionally echoing his husband's thoughts.
Drawing back and gazing across at his husband, he nods as if to say to collect the blood before he gets entirely derailed by Remi's presence.
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
