RONIN
It doesn't get cold in Torchline in the same way it does in other regions, but Ronin can vouch for the fact that, when you live in tropical decadence, even a mild chill is a chill. Combine it with Leafchange finally releasing its hormonal deathgrip on him and good gods but the Knight is tired today, and he plans to make it everyone else's problem. (Everyone else being Remi, and problem being an enforced stint in bed with all of the creature comforts they can imagine).
For now he's only even contemplating surfacing from sleep, enough to roll over in their plush nest of blankets and furs to seek out the warmth of his husband. When he finds him, Ronin wastes no time curling his arms around Remi to draw him back against his chest, huffing a warm sigh against his shoulder and pressing a silent kiss there as he relaxes back into the pillows.
Blue eyes open just enough to spy the grey skies and choppy sea through the window, and in response he holds Remi a little tighter, pulls him a little closer, and noses against the back of his neck into his curls. "...We don't have any plans today, do we?" he asks hopefully.
For now he's only even contemplating surfacing from sleep, enough to roll over in their plush nest of blankets and furs to seek out the warmth of his husband. When he finds him, Ronin wastes no time curling his arms around Remi to draw him back against his chest, huffing a warm sigh against his shoulder and pressing a silent kiss there as he relaxes back into the pillows.
Blue eyes open just enough to spy the grey skies and choppy sea through the window, and in response he holds Remi a little tighter, pulls him a little closer, and noses against the back of his neck into his curls. "...We don't have any plans today, do we?" he asks hopefully.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
