RONIN
the darkstar
"I did so," Ronin murmurs with a warm smile, leaning in to kiss Remi's dimples. "I don't know if they will be quite as plentiful or dramatic if we're the ones setting them off, but we will just have to try it and find out, mm?" As he speaks he's gazing down at the razor sharp talon his husband has so kindly produced, measuring the length of thread between his hands until it's appropriately halved, and then severing it with a snick against Remi's finger.
"And you are perfect for me," he agrees, tilting his head up to snatch a kiss to the alchemist's forehead, before looping the lines of crimson around his wrist a couple of times and tying them off. "This is probably the most excited I've been to tie you up, and that's saying something." He grins, then offers out his wrist in return. "Would you do me the honour of the same?"
"And you are perfect for me," he agrees, tilting his head up to snatch a kiss to the alchemist's forehead, before looping the lines of crimson around his wrist a couple of times and tying them off. "This is probably the most excited I've been to tie you up, and that's saying something." He grins, then offers out his wrist in return. "Would you do me the honour of the same?"
