RONIN
"First I'd have you learn to wash behind your ears, so no more potatoes grow there." Ronin is grinning, brushing his nose against his husband's and seeming perfectly content to let the other man completely hold them up. Until he doesn't, of course, and in they plummet, Ronin's breath catching in his throat at the chill. Like Remi, he's pressed as close as possible to the Lullaby as he can be when they surface, panting to try and persuade his muscles to relax.
"Okay, maybe this isn't quite as warm as the other baths we've taken," he admits, swiping a hand back through his hair and hopping up to wrap his legs around the alchemist's waist, both of them held buoyant in the river. "But I feel like we can cope, as long as we keep close."
"Okay, maybe this isn't quite as warm as the other baths we've taken," he admits, swiping a hand back through his hair and hopping up to wrap his legs around the alchemist's waist, both of them held buoyant in the river. "But I feel like we can cope, as long as we keep close."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
