[SE] the man who has everything

honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

Wondering if the request for bread might have tipped Ronin off as to what he had in mind, Remi was silently - though perhaps not subtly - thrilled to watch his husband's reaction melt from surprised to something he hoped was delight. "Small." The Bastion supplies with a laugh before stepping forward.

"It was either this, or the Guildhall. I could not decide between the night you first kissed me on the kitchen floor, or our wedding night." In dreams, though, they'd revisited that chapter of their lives countless times, but never before had they come back here. Not that Remi could recall, anyway, which wasn't necessarily saying much. "Wh-? No of course you do." Affectionately rolling his eyes, as Ronin's fingers comb through his curls, Remi's own fit around the Knight's waist, unconsciously brushing against the place said stabbing had occured.

"In dreams we always said it felt different because it was not real, and though I am sure I could imagine us into exactly the same places..." Shrugging, Remi takes a step forward to press himself against the Knight's chest. "Lately I have just been missing the simple things, I suppose. I hope that is alright." No doubt it would be, but Remi would happily imagine them into a weightless canopy of butterflies of that was what Ronin preferred.

idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword