[SE] sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth

babylon lovers hanging lifetimes on a vine

"No you aren't." Remi chuckles adoringly, his smile deepening the dimples on his cheeks as he spreads his arms to make room for Ronin while keeping their coffee safe. Shrugging his shoulders to unfurl his wings, Remi wraps one around his husband's shoulder to keep him close as the other stretches out in an attempt to block the beach from view.

Realizing belatedly that he was meant to aid in his husband in drinking said coffee, Remi chuckles under his breath before blowing on Ronin's mug to cool it. "Mmm?" Peering into the basket and frowning at the candles and bundles of sage, the corners of Remi's lips twitch as he shakes his head. "I'm not sure. Maybe it's a new festival that Flora and Hadama have come up with? We all light our candles at the same time or something?" Of all the things to safeguard the Northaven from, ghosts certainly wouldn't rank high on the list, not given who and what Remi was. Then again, if this was a new festival, he could see Flora intentionally leaving the pair out of it in an effort to continue punishing them.

Content to let those thoughts drift away in order to better pay attention to the man pressed against his chest, Remi leans forward to drop a kiss against the top of Ronin's shoulder, his lips lingering against the still bronze skin a good deal longer than was necessary.

it felt like somethin' holy, like souls bleeding