RONIN
the white knight
"So humble," Ronin gushes, cracking an eye open to grin at his husband. "And that does sound nice, actually. We could just spend a couple of days up at the houseboat, collect some water from the waterfall, see how much the garden we tended has taken over the rest of the meadow..." And never mind that they both know full well that they can't do any of that regardless because of the void infection, because that would be breaking the rules.
Leaning subconsciously into the further kisses pressed to his temple, Ronin is already starting the sneaky process of getting his arm further around Remi so he can eventually draw him into his lap. Alas, before he can do as much, the tension whipcracks through all the places they touch so quickly that the Knight almost thinks something dangerous has happened. Fae blue eyes snap open, radiant light fracturing out of him brightly enough to highlight the bright pink flamingos on his swimming shorts, and he gazes towards the other man for context.
"Hm? I should-- wait, no." Now he's also sitting up straight, jaw feathering with the sort of defiant annoyance that begs this not to be real. "I don't think I will turn around," he announces airily to Remi, even if he can practically feel the lily radiating out at him just over his shoulder. "It wouldn't be fair on you after all, husband. You saw it first. You should have the pleasure of picking it."
Leaning subconsciously into the further kisses pressed to his temple, Ronin is already starting the sneaky process of getting his arm further around Remi so he can eventually draw him into his lap. Alas, before he can do as much, the tension whipcracks through all the places they touch so quickly that the Knight almost thinks something dangerous has happened. Fae blue eyes snap open, radiant light fracturing out of him brightly enough to highlight the bright pink flamingos on his swimming shorts, and he gazes towards the other man for context.
"Hm? I should-- wait, no." Now he's also sitting up straight, jaw feathering with the sort of defiant annoyance that begs this not to be real. "I don't think I will turn around," he announces airily to Remi, even if he can practically feel the lily radiating out at him just over his shoulder. "It wouldn't be fair on you after all, husband. You saw it first. You should have the pleasure of picking it."
