even my darkness shines for you
"I only mentioned honey as a pet name for you," Ronin protests, his response quick and almost practiced, such are the number of times they've had this discussion. "And I know you would never let me choke. Not on something as innocuous as air," he adds, his smile unashamedly crooked. The urge to reach out and pat Remi on the butt is only stayed by the sudden nostalgia in the air, and instead the Knight draws up beside his husband, gazing fondly around at the clearing.
"Mmmm," he says, pointedly, before apparently resigning himself to letting today be about Flora and a souvenir collected from a place she'd never actually been allowed to visit, if memory serves him correctly about his unreasonable behaviour. "Hopefully more sea monsters than smugglers, these days," he agrees, picking his way through the overgrown path and smiling as he rests a hand on a post he might have once tethered a rope against, grooves in the wood from frequent use.
"Do you think the snow dick we made here still comes back every year?" he asks suddenly, grinning.
"Mmmm," he says, pointedly, before apparently resigning himself to letting today be about Flora and a souvenir collected from a place she'd never actually been allowed to visit, if memory serves him correctly about his unreasonable behaviour. "Hopefully more sea monsters than smugglers, these days," he agrees, picking his way through the overgrown path and smiling as he rests a hand on a post he might have once tethered a rope against, grooves in the wood from frequent use.
"Do you think the snow dick we made here still comes back every year?" he asks suddenly, grinning.
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