RONIN
the white knight
Shuddering out a sigh as Remi parts from him, Ronin feels suddenly cold in all the places his husband isn't, and even as he slouches to the side the Knight is already curling an arm around his shoulders as if to corral him back where he belongs. The rise and fall of his chest is hard enough to make his throat feel raw, but the pain is something giddy that escapes his throat in a rough laugh, like he can't believe what they've just done despite it being a very well practiced dance between them at this point.
Closing his eyes to properly enjoy the warmth of Remi's lips against his cheek, when he blinks them back open it's to follow the Bastion's gaze out to the meadow, as if expecting something miraculous to have appeared in the wake of their passion. "Well," he says slowly, just a little amused, "if we didn't, I am more than willing to try again with you." Drawing Remi in close to kiss his forehead, for a few moments it's all Ronin can do to lay in the flowers and catch his breath, his limbs feeling heavy and uncooperative.
"Maybe we should mark this part of the field with something. A flag, or whatever. Then we can check back and see if anything has changed?"
Closing his eyes to properly enjoy the warmth of Remi's lips against his cheek, when he blinks them back open it's to follow the Bastion's gaze out to the meadow, as if expecting something miraculous to have appeared in the wake of their passion. "Well," he says slowly, just a little amused, "if we didn't, I am more than willing to try again with you." Drawing Remi in close to kiss his forehead, for a few moments it's all Ronin can do to lay in the flowers and catch his breath, his limbs feeling heavy and uncooperative.
"Maybe we should mark this part of the field with something. A flag, or whatever. Then we can check back and see if anything has changed?"
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
