you're the waves at my feet

i kept falling over, i kept looking backward

The sound Remi murmurs against his husband's lips is fleeting, but entirely pure. It's a soft hush of a sigh, joyful, as if everything is suddenly right in the world. Nevermind that he's still infected. Nevermind that they don't have a proper cure. Nevermind that he no longer wants to be governor, that the Order seems to have plans of which the pair can't escape, that both Aoife and Seren are gone. Nevermind any of it, not with his lips pressed against Ronins and the salty-sweet taste of him bright on his tongue.

"After all this time...it's still only you for me. Even more now than before, if that's possible." Remi agrees with a heated laugh, the blush in his cheeks making the green of his eyes seem all the more bright. Roaming hot hands over Ronin's shoulders, Remi nudges his chin forward suggesting the Star spin in his arms to give the Lullaby more access to his shoulders and back.

"With all the lava here...I wonder if there are springs like this in Torchline. An offshoot of the Fingers no one has found yet?" Because though Remi very much does not want to live in this hellish place, gods he'd consider it to feel this way more often.

i went broke believing that the simple should be hard

Table inspo from kae!