RONIN
Bouncing his eyebrows at his husband and grinning, because yes it absolutely could be, Ronin tilts his head to better let Remi's fiery fingertips explore however they like. There's only so long even the likes of two demigods can snuggle on the ground in the Frostfields at this time of year, but they've got a couple of minutes, he figures.
What begins as something sticky-sweet in the back of his throat abruptly turns to fire in his lungs, however, as the reality of Remi's implications begin to sink in. Maybe it's the season or the moment or just Ronin's feelings, but the very thought of living without the other man has the colour draining from his cheeks and the joy fading from his expression.
"Shut up," he says in a tight voice, and no sooner have Remi's wings covered them when Ronin's lips are against his husbands, as if he can kiss the words back and swallow them up where they can do no harm. "The day you die is the day I die too," he whispers feverishly. "Whether or not my heart is still beating is irrelevent. I mean it - I can't live without you."
What begins as something sticky-sweet in the back of his throat abruptly turns to fire in his lungs, however, as the reality of Remi's implications begin to sink in. Maybe it's the season or the moment or just Ronin's feelings, but the very thought of living without the other man has the colour draining from his cheeks and the joy fading from his expression.
"Shut up," he says in a tight voice, and no sooner have Remi's wings covered them when Ronin's lips are against his husbands, as if he can kiss the words back and swallow them up where they can do no harm. "The day you die is the day I die too," he whispers feverishly. "Whether or not my heart is still beating is irrelevent. I mean it - I can't live without you."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
