RONIN
the white knight
The thought of losing her again - of losing any more of their children, in fact - is enough to freeze the breath in Ronin's throat, and he seals that fear away against Remi's lips with a quiet moan that's from anything but pleasure. With his fingers tangling gently in the back of the Bastion's curls and their bodies entwined, from the outside they might seem like a tableau of passion, but those who know them well know better. Every strand of love, every snarl of grit and determination; it's all that's holding them together against the tide of grief that threatens to topple them each time something like this happens.
"So do I," Ronin whispers in the fraction of space that opens between them. He's never afraid to air his darker desires in his husband's presence, and especially not when it comes to the fucking Reaper. "You can persuade her if she refuses. And I'll reward her for it when she's outlasted her usefulness." Reward, admittedly, sounds very much like a threat - because it is - and Ronin punctuates it with several soft kisses against Remi's lips. "I'm so tired," he whispers, the admission for his husband's ears only. "I'm always so fucking tired lately."
"So do I," Ronin whispers in the fraction of space that opens between them. He's never afraid to air his darker desires in his husband's presence, and especially not when it comes to the fucking Reaper. "You can persuade her if she refuses. And I'll reward her for it when she's outlasted her usefulness." Reward, admittedly, sounds very much like a threat - because it is - and Ronin punctuates it with several soft kisses against Remi's lips. "I'm so tired," he whispers, the admission for his husband's ears only. "I'm always so fucking tired lately."
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
