RONIN
the white knight
you and I burned out our steam
"Oh?" Ronin wonders, before the meaning of Remi's words - and the extra layer of meaning beneath them - becomes clear, the Knight letting out a scoff of laughter and nodding to the other man in agreement. "Well if that's how you feel, I'm sure I can arrange for it," he says, releasing the coffee as Remi takes it to enjoy a sip - and stealing one of his own as soon as he gets the chance.
Scrunching his nose pointedly at the Bastion, as if to ask what word he'd use if not insufferable, Ronin tips his head forward to accept the kiss to his forehead, letting out a long sigh and promptly melting back into his husband's embrace. "I am hardly perfect," he rumbles, as Remi has likely expected he would, though in all honesty, the moment they share right now certainly feels that way. "But I suppose if nothing else, I can sleep well in the knowledge that losing my senses every year at least provides you with some entertainment."
Automatically letting his hand sneak against Remi's to relieve him of his coffee mug, Ronin sets it back upon the counter so he might feel more of the other man's affections against his skin, and he raises his eyebrows as he continues. The words seem to melt into his skin and coat his very bones, and it's with suddenly pink cheeks that Ronin tilts his husband's chin back up and against his waiting lips. "I can believe it," he murmurs softly into the kiss, "Because I feel the same."
Scrunching his nose pointedly at the Bastion, as if to ask what word he'd use if not insufferable, Ronin tips his head forward to accept the kiss to his forehead, letting out a long sigh and promptly melting back into his husband's embrace. "I am hardly perfect," he rumbles, as Remi has likely expected he would, though in all honesty, the moment they share right now certainly feels that way. "But I suppose if nothing else, I can sleep well in the knowledge that losing my senses every year at least provides you with some entertainment."
Automatically letting his hand sneak against Remi's to relieve him of his coffee mug, Ronin sets it back upon the counter so he might feel more of the other man's affections against his skin, and he raises his eyebrows as he continues. The words seem to melt into his skin and coat his very bones, and it's with suddenly pink cheeks that Ronin tilts his husband's chin back up and against his waiting lips. "I can believe it," he murmurs softly into the kiss, "Because I feel the same."
chasing someone else's dream
