honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
In the warmth of the glow cast by the House of Midnight, Ronin's eyes were the most peculiar shade of sun-fae blue, such that Remi found it utterly impossible to conceive how he might have eyes for anyone else before memorizing the complexity of this new shade. Letting his arms tighten as Ronin draws near, it's with a quiet thrill that blooms in his belly before descending towards his toes that the Bastion sips in a small breath as Ronin's lips land left of centre.
Having never been to the House of Midnight before, Remi had high expectations of what the brothel might have to offer, created and run by two sex demigods as it was. Even so, his attention was only briefly captured by the jewel tones and plush surfaces before being unanimously directed back towards the Knight as he checked them in.
Following silently, if only because his mind was lost in the endless possibility afforded to him by the rooms, as they stopped outside, Remi smiled crookedly and nodded. "Do you think you could go and get us a bottle of something to drink while I work on the inside?" That Ronin might have already taken this into account when he'd booked the room was irrelevant to what the Bastion had in mind, needing only for the Knight to disappear while he fussed with the details.
"And maybe a loaf of bread? Nothing fancy. It does not even have to be sliced."
So saying, when Ronin returned he'd find the door ajar, and intentionally so, though not simply to allow the Knight in. Within he'd see a room that was perhaps slightly smaller than the one he'd actually booked: on the left was a kitchenette which was woefully understocked, with the majority of the usually appliances and novelties notably absent. Opposite was a mattress tucked away and leaning against the wall to make more room for a table which was littered with inventions in various states.of completion. Dull light filtered through a window that was as grimy as it was poorly built, and though in fact the door was in working order, as Ronin closed it behind him he'd no doubt feel the way the lock refused to click shut.
In the process of shifting things about to make room for them to sit, as Ronin enters, the Bastion straightens. A touch flushed and not entirely able to meet his husband's gaze but for the details he kept checking were accurate, eventually he did look up, his lips twisted into a boyish smile.
Having never been to the House of Midnight before, Remi had high expectations of what the brothel might have to offer, created and run by two sex demigods as it was. Even so, his attention was only briefly captured by the jewel tones and plush surfaces before being unanimously directed back towards the Knight as he checked them in.
Following silently, if only because his mind was lost in the endless possibility afforded to him by the rooms, as they stopped outside, Remi smiled crookedly and nodded. "Do you think you could go and get us a bottle of something to drink while I work on the inside?" That Ronin might have already taken this into account when he'd booked the room was irrelevant to what the Bastion had in mind, needing only for the Knight to disappear while he fussed with the details.
"And maybe a loaf of bread? Nothing fancy. It does not even have to be sliced."
So saying, when Ronin returned he'd find the door ajar, and intentionally so, though not simply to allow the Knight in. Within he'd see a room that was perhaps slightly smaller than the one he'd actually booked: on the left was a kitchenette which was woefully understocked, with the majority of the usually appliances and novelties notably absent. Opposite was a mattress tucked away and leaning against the wall to make more room for a table which was littered with inventions in various states.of completion. Dull light filtered through a window that was as grimy as it was poorly built, and though in fact the door was in working order, as Ronin closed it behind him he'd no doubt feel the way the lock refused to click shut.
In the process of shifting things about to make room for them to sit, as Ronin enters, the Bastion straightens. A touch flushed and not entirely able to meet his husband's gaze but for the details he kept checking were accurate, eventually he did look up, his lips twisted into a boyish smile.
idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
