RONIN
Remi doesn't say anything and he doesn't need to; Ronin can practically hear the soft objections in the other man's mind as if they've been printed onto his bones. And he has rebuttals for every single one of them - foremost that that Remi isn't the man he used to be, that he's never stopped being that man for Ronin - but there's nothing he can say that isn't expressed even better through a kiss.
Slipping an arm around his husband as his wing tightens further around them, Ronin's fingers run carefully through the soft, downy feathers at the base of the appendage, a smile curling at his lips. "Those are big words for someone whose memories are like an old patchwork quilt," he quips back, kissing the corner of his mouth, then his cheek and, for good measure, his nose as well.
"It's a miracle either of us remember each other." He sits back a bit, grinning. "Or perhaps not. Even if I forgot everything else, I don't think there's ever any forgetting you."
Slipping an arm around his husband as his wing tightens further around them, Ronin's fingers run carefully through the soft, downy feathers at the base of the appendage, a smile curling at his lips. "Those are big words for someone whose memories are like an old patchwork quilt," he quips back, kissing the corner of his mouth, then his cheek and, for good measure, his nose as well.
"It's a miracle either of us remember each other." He sits back a bit, grinning. "Or perhaps not. Even if I forgot everything else, I don't think there's ever any forgetting you."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
