the baffled king composing hallelujah
"Oh, I know you won't be," Ronin agrees, his voice threaded with laughter. "I doubt our guests will feel quite so forgiving, though. I try to get through Leafchange with as few apology letters to write as possible." It's also why their mailman and his family never seem to go without, courtesy of the Knight and his embarrassment each Deepfrost.
Settling against the tree trunk and allowing himself a private little smile to see the trail of feathers fluff through Remi's hair and down his back, Ronin carefully teases his fingers through the downy softness at his nape. "If you were to reintroduce yourself, I'd end up falling over my words and having to apologise to you, because I already had a husband," he says through a chuckle, nosing his husband back affectionately and drawing back enough to catch the way his expression lilts towards something more thoughtful.
"Back when you were an alchemist," he echoes, eyes growing warm with the memory. "You were never only anything," he chides affectionately. "Not to me. And I would think you can be and do whatever you like once you're dead. If not, I'll have to report to Mort's office and ask why my shirts can't fall apart into flowers."
Following the path of Remi's fingers and smirking to see absolutely nothing happen, Ronin sighs as well, before nodding towards the other man. "Close your eyes," he says softly, "and I'll do a magic trick."
Providing the Bastion complies, Ronin of course will wriggle out of his shirt, ball it up and toss it to one side, before reaching for a few daisies sprouting nearby. "Okay, open," he announces, aiming to toss daisy petals into the air the moment his husband's gaze lands back on him. "Ta daaaa!"
~FIN
Settling against the tree trunk and allowing himself a private little smile to see the trail of feathers fluff through Remi's hair and down his back, Ronin carefully teases his fingers through the downy softness at his nape. "If you were to reintroduce yourself, I'd end up falling over my words and having to apologise to you, because I already had a husband," he says through a chuckle, nosing his husband back affectionately and drawing back enough to catch the way his expression lilts towards something more thoughtful.
"Back when you were an alchemist," he echoes, eyes growing warm with the memory. "You were never only anything," he chides affectionately. "Not to me. And I would think you can be and do whatever you like once you're dead. If not, I'll have to report to Mort's office and ask why my shirts can't fall apart into flowers."
Following the path of Remi's fingers and smirking to see absolutely nothing happen, Ronin sighs as well, before nodding towards the other man. "Close your eyes," he says softly, "and I'll do a magic trick."
Providing the Bastion complies, Ronin of course will wriggle out of his shirt, ball it up and toss it to one side, before reaching for a few daisies sprouting nearby. "Okay, open," he announces, aiming to toss daisy petals into the air the moment his husband's gaze lands back on him. "Ta daaaa!"
~FIN
