RONIN
the darkstar
Instinctively wriggling away from the tongue that presses against his neck, Ronin lets out a laugh that feels as though it doesn't belong here, even in the idyllic scene they've made for themselves. "We are," he agrees. "And I can't wait to start. But first we have a lot of wounds that need to heal into scars." Luckily they've got all the time in the world to take care of one another now; bedrest, herbs strong enough even to sedate the likes of the two of them, booze and food aplenty - nothing is off limits. They deserve it.
"If it makes you feel any better, we can always omit that part from our memory. It isn't like she baited us into attacking her or anything." Shrugging, he leans in for another kiss as if he can silence thoughts of Wessex that way. And it seems to work, given he's now receiving compliments aplenty. "I can remind you," he murmurs. "Or show you, in our dreams. Or just make it up until we're not sure what's real and what's rumour. It doesn't matter, because we made it out of there together."
"If it makes you feel any better, we can always omit that part from our memory. It isn't like she baited us into attacking her or anything." Shrugging, he leans in for another kiss as if he can silence thoughts of Wessex that way. And it seems to work, given he's now receiving compliments aplenty. "I can remind you," he murmurs. "Or show you, in our dreams. Or just make it up until we're not sure what's real and what's rumour. It doesn't matter, because we made it out of there together."
