REMI
all the things we said when we were younger
Remi's lips twitch involuntarily, caught between exasperation and helpless amusement as he watches the radiant light spill from Ronin—bright enough that the flamingos on his husband's shorts almost seem to glow. It's enough to temporarily ease the tension from his shoulders, and despite the impending threat of the lily behind them, he can’t stop the burst of laughter that slips out, brief and boyish, at Ronin’s sudden stubbornness.
"I believe your generosity is unmatched," Remi drawls wryly, voice thick with mock-seriousness as he meets Ronin's defiant stare with one of his own, an eyebrow arched in challenge. "But I am afraid I must insist." He leans forward slightly, just enough that his lips brush teasingly against the corner of Ronin’s mouth, as if in negotiation. "As your humble, devoted husband," he continues softly, "I simply can't deny you the joy of claiming this victory yourself."
Pulling back just a fraction, Remi tilts his head innocently, though his eyes glitter with mischief and a stubborn playfulness all his own. "It is my birthday this season, so I'm afraid I simply must insist."
"I believe your generosity is unmatched," Remi drawls wryly, voice thick with mock-seriousness as he meets Ronin's defiant stare with one of his own, an eyebrow arched in challenge. "But I am afraid I must insist." He leans forward slightly, just enough that his lips brush teasingly against the corner of Ronin’s mouth, as if in negotiation. "As your humble, devoted husband," he continues softly, "I simply can't deny you the joy of claiming this victory yourself."
Pulling back just a fraction, Remi tilts his head innocently, though his eyes glitter with mischief and a stubborn playfulness all his own. "It is my birthday this season, so I'm afraid I simply must insist."
did it bend or did I break?
