RONIN
"Not even to themselves? Perhaps I need to take some lessons from you about how to be a real problem," Ronin says with a soft laugh, reaching out to brush his fingers across Remi's dimpled cheek. "And only kind of a turn on? You could have fooled me," he huffs, though there's a gentle flood of relief to hear as much - he knows he can be intense during Leafchange (and that's putting it mildly) so to hear that his behaviour hasn't tipped the scale from charming into annoying is good to hear.
Only seeming more entertained as Remi responds to his obnoxious slurping with glares and daintiness, as they set their mugs down, Ronin is already shifting to lay back among the blankets, even before the suggestion - nay, the permission - to check his husband for fading injuries. "I insist on it, in fact," he tells his husband, rolling abruptly to reverse their positions in bed. "Call it a first step in making the most of peace as well, yeah?"
With his eyes made all the more blue in the dim light as he retreats beneath the blankets, the Knight begins a very thorough examination of Remi's body. He lets his fingers and the palms of his hands trace familiar musculature and old scars, using his lips to count freckles and lingering in places likely to have been bruised by his possessive grip throughout the previous season.
"You'll let me know if I find a sore spot?" he asks, voice muffled as he peeps up at Remi from beneath the sheets, grinning.
Only seeming more entertained as Remi responds to his obnoxious slurping with glares and daintiness, as they set their mugs down, Ronin is already shifting to lay back among the blankets, even before the suggestion - nay, the permission - to check his husband for fading injuries. "I insist on it, in fact," he tells his husband, rolling abruptly to reverse their positions in bed. "Call it a first step in making the most of peace as well, yeah?"
With his eyes made all the more blue in the dim light as he retreats beneath the blankets, the Knight begins a very thorough examination of Remi's body. He lets his fingers and the palms of his hands trace familiar musculature and old scars, using his lips to count freckles and lingering in places likely to have been bruised by his possessive grip throughout the previous season.
"You'll let me know if I find a sore spot?" he asks, voice muffled as he peeps up at Remi from beneath the sheets, grinning.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
