RONIN
Laughing, low and rich, at Remi's utter refusal to get himself any more upright or apart from him, Ronin settles against the pillows with the Bastion more or less in his lap, and as he reaches for his coffee (and the other man's tentacle does the same) he lets his free hand card gently through his curls. "I look forward to seeing what problems you cause us," he says readily. "Though if it's all the same I'd like the problems to involve us staying dry, given the season."
Twirling one of Remi's curls around his finger - and opting to blow on his coffee but not sip at it after seeing his husband's grimace - Ronin raises a brow down at him. "Oh?" He smirks. "You're right, you know. I feel at this point that we'd end up involved regardless. And honestly, as demigods go, I think you and I have struck gold by this point." Given what they've been through to where they are now, especially.
Carefully clinking his mug against Remi's, Ronin can't help but affectionately scrunch his nose. "Come now," he says, "I think we can afford to hope for a little more than that. We should enjoy ourselves as much as possible now that things aren't on the brink of war again."
Twirling one of Remi's curls around his finger - and opting to blow on his coffee but not sip at it after seeing his husband's grimace - Ronin raises a brow down at him. "Oh?" He smirks. "You're right, you know. I feel at this point that we'd end up involved regardless. And honestly, as demigods go, I think you and I have struck gold by this point." Given what they've been through to where they are now, especially.
Carefully clinking his mug against Remi's, Ronin can't help but affectionately scrunch his nose. "Come now," he says, "I think we can afford to hope for a little more than that. We should enjoy ourselves as much as possible now that things aren't on the brink of war again."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
