the baffled king composing hallelujah
"Shirtless. Just for you," Ronin purrs, pressing one last smooch against a dimple before drawing back enough to concentrate at least marginally on the sleigh ride. (It really doesn't matter, the luxere knows the route and it will plod its way around automatically unless told otherwise). "Let them watch. They'll only be jealous," he says, nestling closer to rest his head against Remi's shoulder.
"I absolutely think so. Not as much as the warm weather, granted. You look your best all windswept under the sun on a beach. Like the day I first met you," Ronin murmurs with a wistful sort of sigh. When he chips in about the dress code for their nuptials, though, its with a smile in his voice.
"I was actually thinking that perhaps we could just do it nude. It's near a Frey shrine, after all."
"I absolutely think so. Not as much as the warm weather, granted. You look your best all windswept under the sun on a beach. Like the day I first met you," Ronin murmurs with a wistful sort of sigh. When he chips in about the dress code for their nuptials, though, its with a smile in his voice.
"I was actually thinking that perhaps we could just do it nude. It's near a Frey shrine, after all."
