the baffled king composing hallelujah
"You did? I clearly haven't been doing my part around the houseboat. I'll make sure I haul all the firewood inside when we get back," Ronin says with a rosy cheeked smile, settling beside Remi and happily accepting the reins. Given that the prey animal in him is in the driver's seat this season as well, this definitely makes sense, and he urges their luxere into a gentle walk with barely a flick of the reins.
Holding them in one hand, the other sneaks beneath the blankets to rest on Remi's knee, Ronin leaning in to scatter an obnoxious number of kisses over the Lullaby's temple and cheek. "The snow suits you," he says softly. "Are you sure you don't want to have our second wedding during Deepfrost? I could arrange a sleigh ride to the Crimson Cataract."
Holding them in one hand, the other sneaks beneath the blankets to rest on Remi's knee, Ronin leaning in to scatter an obnoxious number of kisses over the Lullaby's temple and cheek. "The snow suits you," he says softly. "Are you sure you don't want to have our second wedding during Deepfrost? I could arrange a sleigh ride to the Crimson Cataract."
