we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Oh it absolutely was," Ronin assures his husband, the words muffled in the kisses he continues to press to any warm skin in reach. "But I feel like I managed to praise it sufficiently in other ways so it seemed less like a perch and more like an actual tower. Still haven't convinced you to let me have a hoard yet, though," he mumbles, sighing dramatically. So far the Huntsman has taken to collecting snacks and stashing them beneath the bed, which is like sleeping on a hoard of riches, if you ask him.
Straightening up a touch to brush his nose against Remi's cheek, the pretty please is very much appreciated, even if it isn't necessary. "I will see what I can do," he whispers, softly kissing the space where dimples often appear. "It has been a while since I flew that way. I'll get us chestnuts and mushrooms and anything else the Fae have on offer," he decides. "I can go this evening and get it out of the way, if you like." By which he means he would like, of course.
Straightening up a touch to brush his nose against Remi's cheek, the pretty please is very much appreciated, even if it isn't necessary. "I will see what I can do," he whispers, softly kissing the space where dimples often appear. "It has been a while since I flew that way. I'll get us chestnuts and mushrooms and anything else the Fae have on offer," he decides. "I can go this evening and get it out of the way, if you like." By which he means he would like, of course.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
