[SE] the world can wait

REMI

"Don’t we?" Remi snorts under his breath, voice curling with mischief as he shifts against Ronin’s chest, as if tempted to check the household budget for evidence. "Then what have you been doing with the money that was supposed to go toward paying him?" he murmurs, his brows lifted with mock suspicion as he nudges his husband’s side in gentle accusation.

As Ronin props himself up with that teasing glint in his eyes, Remi is already halfway twisted to meet him, the transition from tucked-in to sprawled-on-top so seamless it might’ve been choreographed. Draped over the Knight like a smug and perfectly content blanket, Remi peers down at him with a grin that deepens the dimple in his cheek, every line of his body soaked in sleepy affection.

The mention of a dark night and thunderstorm has his gaze warming further, and he leans in without hesitation, brushing the tip of his nose along Ronin’s like a soft punctuation. "Honestly? I wouldn’t even mind if monsoon season decided to make a surprise return," he murmurs, lips close enough to ghost the words against Ronin’s skin. " So long as I’ve got you to keep me warm."

Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today