RONIN
"Oh I would never. You'll be my little dragon secret," Ronin murmurs with a sneaky grin against his neck. Though there's nothing little about you, he adds, stretching out to blanket his husband and very happily savouring the warmth starting to build between them. His sleepiness has subsided to a dopey sort of laziness instead, and he peeks up at Remi to scoff as he replies, however logical it might be.
"You are terrifying when you work in a group, though," he adds, smooching a kiss against his cheek. "And I suppose that's acceptable. I can see you as a summer rainfall." Ronin grins. At last, he flops back onto his side that he might nestle into Remi's shoulder, his eyes slipping shut even as he fumbles for their wine flask. "Thirsty?"
"You are terrifying when you work in a group, though," he adds, smooching a kiss against his cheek. "And I suppose that's acceptable. I can see you as a summer rainfall." Ronin grins. At last, he flops back onto his side that he might nestle into Remi's shoulder, his eyes slipping shut even as he fumbles for their wine flask. "Thirsty?"
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
