RONIN
the white knight
"Well, so long as they aren't liable to trample or eat any new sprouts that appear, they might prove to be quite the meadow-protectors," Ronin says with a smirk, his brow furrowing as he considers the cows for a second or two longer, before leaning back to draw Remi up to standing. "Our baby," he repeats, and even the word has warmth flooding his chest; the herd, wherever they are and whatever they're doing, are quickly forgotten.
"Never mind a fence - I'll probably just pitch a tent up here and hang out until they're ready to... er, bloom?" Laughing at the clumsy terminology, it nevertheless doesn't change what this will mean, and Ronin quickly closes the minimal distance between them to kiss Remi all over again. It's probably a good thing that he can find himself undone by the Bastion almost anywhere, because it means that even just making out like teenagers in a field of flowers is enough to have his hands wandering further, the Knight grinning and giving his husband's ass a firm squeeze.
"Do you remember going for a picnic up in the Cordillera on a day like this? I don't think I could keep my hands off you then, either."
"Never mind a fence - I'll probably just pitch a tent up here and hang out until they're ready to... er, bloom?" Laughing at the clumsy terminology, it nevertheless doesn't change what this will mean, and Ronin quickly closes the minimal distance between them to kiss Remi all over again. It's probably a good thing that he can find himself undone by the Bastion almost anywhere, because it means that even just making out like teenagers in a field of flowers is enough to have his hands wandering further, the Knight grinning and giving his husband's ass a firm squeeze.
"Do you remember going for a picnic up in the Cordillera on a day like this? I don't think I could keep my hands off you then, either."
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
