getting stoned, then kickin' rocks

REMI

all the things we said when we were younger

Remi huffs a quiet, breathless laugh, the sound barely more than a flutter of air against Ronin’s skin. "I needed this more than I realized," he murmurs, tilting his head just enough to press a lazy kiss to his husband’s forearm where it’s wrapped snug around him. His body is still trembling faintly, the adrenaline of release not yet fully faded, but he leans back into Ronin’s hold without hesitation. The wall is warm against his chest, the Knight warmer still, and for a rare, fleeting moment, everything in Remi goes quiet. No distant hum of responsibility, no sharp tang of fear or exhaustion. Just Ronin—breathing, solid, safe—and the soft lap of water against the stone.

"I don’t want to move," he admits, his voice husky and hoarse but tinged with a smile. One of his hands reaches back, threading lazily through the Knight’s messy, damp hair, fingertips massaging the base of his skull. Turning his head just enough to brush his lips against Ronin’s jaw, Remi exhales slowly, the kind of sound that feels more like a prayer than anything else. "Thank you," he whispers, though for what, exactly, even he couldn’t say—maybe for suggesting this outing, maybe for surviving the void and Seren's death, maybe for loving him this way even now. Maybe for all of it.

"With any luck they've taken that stupid lily as well."

did it bend or did I break?

Coding base by Sky!