the things we hold are always the first to go
Remi was not the only one savouring touch and warmth and presence, Ronin closing his eyes to try and drink it all in. If he did have this blight and things were going to get as bad, potentially, as Safrin or the Undine, he wanted to savour this as much as he could. Not that he intended to get that bad, of course, but one could never be sure. Humming a note of agreement against his lover's neck, Ronin reluctantly sat up and smirked to him.
"Only Zariah, then? Piece of cake. Do you want me to come, though? In case... well." Not in case Ianto was angry. More that Arduinna might be sniffing around the Wishing Wagon - and he'd seen Remi flee the fire-haired Fae at the Crimson Cataract. Letting out a laugh as Remi puffed up only to deflate again, Ronin nudged him gently. "Speaking of husband-to-bes and wedding planning, how are we looking?" he asked.
"Only Zariah, then? Piece of cake. Do you want me to come, though? In case... well." Not in case Ianto was angry. More that Arduinna might be sniffing around the Wishing Wagon - and he'd seen Remi flee the fire-haired Fae at the Crimson Cataract. Letting out a laugh as Remi puffed up only to deflate again, Ronin nudged him gently. "Speaking of husband-to-bes and wedding planning, how are we looking?" he asked.
