the things we hold are always the first to go
"Mm, I know," Ronin agrees with another sip of his coffee, his furrowed brows indicative of the fact that even the Huntsman is aware that he is not usually the one to make girls cry with his presence. Or guys, or anything in between for that matter. The golden emotions that shine from Remi are enough to have his arm snaking around the Lullaby, wanting to shower him in coffee flavoured kisses until there's no inch of him left unloved.
"I'm not sure," he admits about Tobi's marriage prospects. "I just think she misses being spontaneous, or being able to relax and not have to watch what she says in case it..." He rolls his wrist, as if hoping Remi can fill in the blanks. Which, if it's Finn, fingers crossed.
Snorting into his coffee - vanilla sex, indeed - Ronin tilts his head up to deliver a smooch to Remi's scruffed chin. "Mm, yes. I can't wait for us to go to bed together and make average, boring love under our neatly pressed sheets. With our socks on."
"I'm not sure," he admits about Tobi's marriage prospects. "I just think she misses being spontaneous, or being able to relax and not have to watch what she says in case it..." He rolls his wrist, as if hoping Remi can fill in the blanks. Which, if it's Finn, fingers crossed.
Snorting into his coffee - vanilla sex, indeed - Ronin tilts his head up to deliver a smooch to Remi's scruffed chin. "Mm, yes. I can't wait for us to go to bed together and make average, boring love under our neatly pressed sheets. With our socks on."
