gratuitous violence; unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking
Remi settles against him, as stubborn in his love as he is with most other aspects of his life, until Ronin finds himself relaxing by degrees without ever intending to. It happens slowly at first, until he's melting back against the counter and twisting enough to slip both arms around his husband, shoulders bunched with tension that finally seems to be easing.
"Like me?" Ronin raises his eyebrows, a smile trying to sneak across his face despite his resolution to stay prickly, and he finally releases a sigh that tries to be a soft laugh. "I don't think so," he says, lips twitching with a more familiar brand of self-deprecation, "or at least, he's not until he spectacularly puts his foot in his mouth. Still, the night is young, so we might see it yet."
Teasing his fingers through the back of Remi's curls, when the Bastion speaks this time, the words are able to find cracks to sink into for understanding to dawn. "You were not," he hisses disbelievingly, turning his head to catch the slow kiss intended for the corner of his mouth with his hips. "That can't be right."
Except it is, and Ronin tugs his husband closer for a moment, nosing into his curls and closing his eyes. "I love you," he mumbles. "You want to go ahead into the dining room? I can finish up here and bring everything in when it's ready. Besides, I can hear... fighting? I'm not sure, honestly."
"Like me?" Ronin raises his eyebrows, a smile trying to sneak across his face despite his resolution to stay prickly, and he finally releases a sigh that tries to be a soft laugh. "I don't think so," he says, lips twitching with a more familiar brand of self-deprecation, "or at least, he's not until he spectacularly puts his foot in his mouth. Still, the night is young, so we might see it yet."
Teasing his fingers through the back of Remi's curls, when the Bastion speaks this time, the words are able to find cracks to sink into for understanding to dawn. "You were not," he hisses disbelievingly, turning his head to catch the slow kiss intended for the corner of his mouth with his hips. "That can't be right."
Except it is, and Ronin tugs his husband closer for a moment, nosing into his curls and closing his eyes. "I love you," he mumbles. "You want to go ahead into the dining room? I can finish up here and bring everything in when it's ready. Besides, I can hear... fighting? I'm not sure, honestly."
RONIN
