how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell?

i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see

Remi huffs a low laugh, the sound warm and lazy as it curls into Ronin’s throat. "Thank the gods we were never spit out in Halo," he murmurs, nuzzling into the Knight’s cheek despite the obnoxious kiss. "Imagine having to chisel each other out of the ice rather than just stealing tracking down a wagon to sleep in?" His smile softens into something boyish as his hands idly smooth over Ronin’s back, like he could map out constellations in his spine if he just kept tracing long enough.

At the suggestion of a nap, he gasps theatrically, lifting his head just enough to glance over his shoulder as if checking for spies. "A wild nap? Ronin Taliesin, what would the trees say?" he teases, the sparkle in his eyes wholly unrepentant. Still, the idea clearly appeals—Remi sighs with contentment, his grin never fading as he stretches just enough to make room.

"I hope you’ll forgive me," he says, voice dropping to a mockingly solemn tone, "for no longer being able to conjure up a dream-bed, or even a blanket. The luxuries of old age." Even as he says it, he shifts with ease, curling onto his side and unfurling his wings with a fluid, sun-dappled stretch. Golden feathers gleam in the light as he extends one broad wing behind Ronin in invitation, the other settling low to form a makeshift barrier from the world.

"Come here," he murmurs, tugging the Knight closer with a curl of fingers at his hip. "The trees can keep watch."

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