[SE] sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth

babylon lovers hanging lifetimes on a vine

"Maybe." The Bastion concedes with a small shrug, the word whispered in the space beneath his husband's jaw. "But she has lots of role models to pick from when it comes to being petty, and simply keeping us out of the loop seems on-brand." Well I sent you the basket, it isn't my fault you didn't know what to do, he could hear her arguing.

"I am sure Vai said something about sage being used for cleansing. I recall her drying large bundles of it fairly often in the Greatwood about this time each year." Remi murmurs, straightening enough for Ronin to take a sip of his coffee before trying to do the same from his own mug. The squeeze of his ass has the Bastion humming encouragingly as he tilts Ronin's mug. "Well, if we're going back to bed, not need for all this coffee, mm?" Said as if the reason for being in bed was going to back to sleep, the Bastion shrugs as he edges into the Houseboat, tucking his wings in tightly against his back and setting both of their mugs down.

Plucking out one candle and a bundle of sage from the basket, Remi sets them on the table before glancing over his shoulder toward his husband. "Care to do the honours?"

it felt like somethin' holy, like souls bleeding