Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
"Oooo, Remi Taliesin, baker extraordinaire," Ronin hums, and the other man will be able to feel his smile against his skin. "That one gets my vote. You have to promise to bring all the best pastries home, though, or I'll really believe you've stopped loving me." Of course the Knight has latched on to the hobby that results in food - if a butterfly had flapped its wings somewhere off the coast of Northwind, perhaps Ronin would have been a baker instead of this.
Grinning properly and gathering Remi against him all the more as they melt into each other's arms, he's forced to look up if only because it's getting difficult to hold a conversation while drooling into the Bastion's shoulders. Either way, his ministrations are most definitely appreciated, Ronin letting out a deep and happy sigh. "Maybe you ought to become a masseuse," he suggests. "But only for me."
Letting warm hands smooth across Remi's sides before looping gently around his neck, Ronin's expression is positively sunny. "I was very much hoping you would be," he confesses with a wink. "Now come on - I think I spy a flower waaaaaay over there." He nods deeper into the hotsprings where the mist is thick and the water even deeper.
Grinning properly and gathering Remi against him all the more as they melt into each other's arms, he's forced to look up if only because it's getting difficult to hold a conversation while drooling into the Bastion's shoulders. Either way, his ministrations are most definitely appreciated, Ronin letting out a deep and happy sigh. "Maybe you ought to become a masseuse," he suggests. "But only for me."
Letting warm hands smooth across Remi's sides before looping gently around his neck, Ronin's expression is positively sunny. "I was very much hoping you would be," he confesses with a wink. "Now come on - I think I spy a flower waaaaaay over there." He nods deeper into the hotsprings where the mist is thick and the water even deeper.
