getting stoned, then kickin' rocks

REMI

all the things we said when we were younger

Remi hums low in his throat, a sound that blends contentment with the faintest edge of amusement. "Mmm. Cramp or no, I might take you up on that," he murmurs, pressing his back more deliberately against Ronin’s chest, testing the challenge even as he rewards the Knight with more of that slow, circular pressure at the base of his skull. "You are the White Knight after all, and while I might not be a damsel, your services are still absolutely required."

The kisses ghosting across his skin earn a small, shivery inhale from him—softer now, leaving the Bastion grinning against Ronin’s jaw, lazy and smug. "If you fall over, I’m just going to lie here and play dead until someone comes to rescue us. I’m not wasting this level of satisfaction just because you got a cramp." He presses another kiss to Ronin’s shoulder, his fingers still carding through damp hair.

"Speaking of mythical cure-all lilies and in the interest of not interfering...I do know Isla happens to quite like flowers.." In fact she probably hated them, but more importantly, her boyfriend might also hate them, or at least this species in particular, which was more or less Remi's point.

did it bend or did I break?

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