you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
Shifting to hold himself in a plank that feels all too easy, Ronin squirms back just a little as his chin is unceremoniously snapped at. "You know, I haven't. Perhaps I ought to. You can come to Stormbreak with me and we can go shopping. I bet there's a hat in an old boutique, and that's the relic we're looking for." Smiling, he leans in to gently brush his nose against Remi's. "It would be useful," he agrees with a soft nod. "Not sure Finn would be quite as good, but a doctor for sure."
Gods, but relics seem so pointless when it comes to the colour of his husband's eyes, and the way the morning light catches on his skin. Lowering himself enough to catch the Lullaby's lips in a kiss, it's suddenly difficult to remember what they were talking about. He gets there in the end, though. "You'd be a better relic than all of them," he informs Remi.
Gods, but relics seem so pointless when it comes to the colour of his husband's eyes, and the way the morning light catches on his skin. Lowering himself enough to catch the Lullaby's lips in a kiss, it's suddenly difficult to remember what they were talking about. He gets there in the end, though. "You'd be a better relic than all of them," he informs Remi.
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