RONIN
Smiling another silent kiss against the curve of his husband's jaw, and then delivering a real one to his stubbled cheek, Ronin hums his approval of the gentle sound of the kettle being brewed to life. A third kiss for gratitude and a fourth for luck and he finally relaxes back into the blankets, fingers skating across Remi's bare skin as if to blindly map any new freckles gained by the sunnier seasons.
"Mm, apart from that," Ronin agrees, voice sleep rough and low, and he sighs in boneless appreciation to hear that, apparently, all of Deepfrost has been cancelled in lieu of just this. "One day," he agrees in a whisper, though when the kettle finally does rumble it's announcement, the Knight summons his projection to potter around and start making coffee for them.
Finding Remi's yawn contagious, he tries to stifle his own in the pillow, only to end up nuzzling obnoxiously into the Bastion's bed tousled curls. "How is Deepfrost treating you so far?" he asks through a smirk.
"Mm, apart from that," Ronin agrees, voice sleep rough and low, and he sighs in boneless appreciation to hear that, apparently, all of Deepfrost has been cancelled in lieu of just this. "One day," he agrees in a whisper, though when the kettle finally does rumble it's announcement, the Knight summons his projection to potter around and start making coffee for them.
Finding Remi's yawn contagious, he tries to stifle his own in the pillow, only to end up nuzzling obnoxiously into the Bastion's bed tousled curls. "How is Deepfrost treating you so far?" he asks through a smirk.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
