[SE] show me what it's like

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

Ronin’s praise earns no rebuttal this time, just a low, breathy sound from Remi that hums against his lips, equal parts affection and surrender. There are a dozen responses he might offer about deserving and devotion, some tongue-in-cheek, some more raw and earnest, but for once, he lets the moment sit and for once lets his husband have the last word in.

"Flying overhead?" Remi echoes, brows lifting as he leans back just enough to blink slowly at his husband, amusement curling at the corners of his mouth. "Now that you mention it, I don’t think we’ve tried that one." There’s a pause, then a sly grin as his brows raise as he obviously adds it to some mental list or other.

Stretching like a cat, still bare-footed and rumpled and golden in the light that pools across the cavern, he reaches for the wine. The cork comes free with a soft pop between his teeth, which he spits into the grass without ceremony, then takes a long, satisfied sip. The cool wine cuts pleasantly through the heat left in his chest and limbs.

Turning, he offers the bottle down to Ronin with a lopsided smile, curls in disarray and his dimples looking all the deeper for how his colour’s returned. "To the lie of the picnic, then. May it be the only one between us."

the bastion

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)