the baffled king composing hallelujah
Humming a soft note of appreciation into the kiss pressed against his lips, Ronin doesn't try to hide the way he all but melts against the alchemist. He soaks up their combined emotions wherever they touch, his fingers softly twining through the back of Remi's curls to hold him close.
And I shouldn't be glad to hear it, but I am, he admits, smiling as they part just enough to catch their breath, the Huntsman opening his eyes to enjoy the view of Remi surrounded by a halo of snow and starlight.
"We should probably keep going," he murmurs, referring to the sleigh ride and their luxere standing idly by, but at the same time Ronin does absolutely nothing to instigate that. Instead he leans in to kiss his husband again, his hands pressing against his chest now, as if to try and unbutton his coat to slip his fingers inside the fabric.
And I shouldn't be glad to hear it, but I am, he admits, smiling as they part just enough to catch their breath, the Huntsman opening his eyes to enjoy the view of Remi surrounded by a halo of snow and starlight.
"We should probably keep going," he murmurs, referring to the sleigh ride and their luxere standing idly by, but at the same time Ronin does absolutely nothing to instigate that. Instead he leans in to kiss his husband again, his hands pressing against his chest now, as if to try and unbutton his coat to slip his fingers inside the fabric.
