RONIN
Melting against the press of his husband's lips, the cold might mean he's unable to strip Remi of his clothes as he would like, but it doesn't mean his hands can't wander. And wander they do, wanting and needing to feel every part of the Lullaby even if it's against fabric rather than flesh. With everything going on, I think I ought to love you even harder than I do right now, he mutters, his mental voice steady and warm compared to his physical form.
Though I would very much like to not be in the Frostfields right now, he adds, wondering if his husband might be so kind as to use his still-existing dream magic to put them both to sleep and take them somewhere warmer. Surely Maeve won't mind their appearing in Torchline, right? Or Mateo in Stormbreak?
Though I would very much like to not be in the Frostfields right now, he adds, wondering if his husband might be so kind as to use his still-existing dream magic to put them both to sleep and take them somewhere warmer. Surely Maeve won't mind their appearing in Torchline, right? Or Mateo in Stormbreak?
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
