the white knight
Let it be said right now that when it comes to his husband and his shenanigans, there's nothing Ronin enjoys more than fucking up. Or at least that's firmly what he believes up until the point when he realises they're heading out of the mist and towards the people, and perhaps that neutral expression is interrupted, however briefly, by the raise of an eyebrow.
He's seized, for a moment, by the chaotic urge to throw caution to the wind and let everyone there know what is happening - and if he thought it would even slightly embarrass Remi, he might - but in the end playing along with the game is much more enjoyable.
For now, anyway. That might change quite soon.
Biting at the inside of his cheek as he feels the Bastion's mischievous hands slip lower, and then beneath the fabric of his swimming shorts, Ronin manages a shaky inhale before turning his head towards the other man. "I'm feeling a little more stressed now," he whispers.
He's seized, for a moment, by the chaotic urge to throw caution to the wind and let everyone there know what is happening - and if he thought it would even slightly embarrass Remi, he might - but in the end playing along with the game is much more enjoyable.
For now, anyway. That might change quite soon.
Biting at the inside of his cheek as he feels the Bastion's mischievous hands slip lower, and then beneath the fabric of his swimming shorts, Ronin manages a shaky inhale before turning his head towards the other man. "I'm feeling a little more stressed now," he whispers.
i'm almost me again
she's almost you
she's almost you
RONIN
