you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
It's a wave that Ronin doesn't want to stop riding, a high that he continues to chase even as he feels the comedown start to drag through his body. Still, every one of his muscles remains tense, his lips parting to draw back from Remi's shoulder, his wings flexing to mantle around his prize and its amalgamation of half-shifts. Panting, it's a few dizzy moments before the Huntsman can begin kissing away the blood from the bite he's delivered, and only then do his fingers carefully soften around Remi's neck.
Finally relaxing, Ronin's heartbeat continues to thunder against the other man's back, but there's a smile on his lips as his kisses move along the wound. "Sorry," he whispers, even though he isn't. He means for the bite, of course, but there's something satisfying (in a savage sort of way) about marking Remi in the same way an Ascended might. "I love you."
Finally relaxing, Ronin's heartbeat continues to thunder against the other man's back, but there's a smile on his lips as his kisses move along the wound. "Sorry," he whispers, even though he isn't. He means for the bite, of course, but there's something satisfying (in a savage sort of way) about marking Remi in the same way an Ascended might. "I love you."
RONIN
