give me something to sing about

i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end

In the back of Remi's mind a memory surfaces. One coloured by restraint and frustration, as the younger iterations of him and his husband forced themselves not to bandage their issues with sex. Now, with their issues attended to for the most part, the pair were under no such compulsion, though the memory made Remi smile softly just the same.

Patiently, and with the sort of gentleness for which he was once known, Remi relaxes his shoulders onto the blanket, watching Ronin's face as the Huntsman set about undoing the buttons of his shirt. His magic allows him to feel the colour of the Huntsman's fingertips in a way his scars no longer do, and it's with neediness and love that Remi ignores the remainder of their conversation and their picnic in lieu of having Ronin instead.

Pressing up with his tentacle-acting-as-an-arm that he might shrug out of his shirt, he softly encourages Ronin's own over his head as well. Hopefully the Huntsman forgives him his clumsiness; it's either that or undressing Ronin with his tentacles, and Remi is fairly sure he knows which way the Huntsman would prefer things to go.