even my darkness shines for you
"You are too kind," Ronin murmurs, pressing kiss after kiss against the other man's jaw, his words warped by his smile. "And what is that supposed to mean, exactly?" He's joking, of course - he knows as well as his husband that his desire to help has long overridden pesky things like staying in one piece; a knight is as appropriate now as any other title ever has been.
"I'll fight you if you want me to," he continues, his kisses migrating down the column of Remi's throat, his grin still audible. "I'll do what ever you want." He means it, too, and he might easily have gotten carried away in his affections were it not for the other man's continued questions.
"...It feels..." Brows knitting together, Ronin steps back a fraction to gaze down at himself, before plopping into one of the chairs and seizing the opportunity for tea - and the stronger liquor, but it's for celebration rather than commiseration, now. "Different, but not..." Shaking his head, he nevertheless offers a somewhat sad smile to his husband.
"I think our days of dreaming together are over, though."
"I'll fight you if you want me to," he continues, his kisses migrating down the column of Remi's throat, his grin still audible. "I'll do what ever you want." He means it, too, and he might easily have gotten carried away in his affections were it not for the other man's continued questions.
"...It feels..." Brows knitting together, Ronin steps back a fraction to gaze down at himself, before plopping into one of the chairs and seizing the opportunity for tea - and the stronger liquor, but it's for celebration rather than commiseration, now. "Different, but not..." Shaking his head, he nevertheless offers a somewhat sad smile to his husband.
"I think our days of dreaming together are over, though."
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