REMI
the bastion
Darling, you never could scare me
Set me ablaze like you do
Set me ablaze like you do
Remi grins, teeth flashing as he lets out a low, amused sound. "Mmm, well, if it’s more space you want, we could always tie a few extra boats to the Northaven," he suggests, laughter curling into the edges of his words as he leans into the sudden fluttering of kisses. "Turn it into a floating estate. One for clothes, one for painting, one for Sugar to hide her hoard of stolen things in."
His hand slips behind Ronin’s back, fingers toying with the hem of his shirt, and for a few perfect steps, it’s easy to pretend the world beyond the path doesn’t exist; that the salt and the light and the hush of leaves are enough. "So have you actually been sneaking off to paint in here without my knowing, or simply storing paintings you've never let me see?" Either way, Remi will be offended, but better to hammer out the specifics before he accuses his husband of anything.
His hand slips behind Ronin’s back, fingers toying with the hem of his shirt, and for a few perfect steps, it’s easy to pretend the world beyond the path doesn’t exist; that the salt and the light and the hush of leaves are enough. "So have you actually been sneaking off to paint in here without my knowing, or simply storing paintings you've never let me see?" Either way, Remi will be offended, but better to hammer out the specifics before he accuses his husband of anything.
I'd walk over coals in my bare feet
If that gets me closer to you
If that gets me closer to you
