I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"I suppose you make a good point," Ronin concedes, grinning and shying away from being prodded by Remi's tongue, even if it is through his cheek. "Well, luckily for you I am not Frey or Ludo or Safrin, mm?" No, he's a happy-go-lucky idiot who fell in love with a man with feathers in his hair and magic in his blood.
And it's to this man that he turns now, the Huntsman gazing into eyes darker than molasses but just as sweet, his captured fingers following Remi's up as if they really are about to start dancing. "Eating the ice cream with me is the sacrifice," he says, his free hand whispering over his counterpart's shoulder, teasing around the collar of his coat. "The rest is on the house, because I like you." He winks.
Wicked fingertips brush across Remi's cheek now, Ronin's thumb tracing the exact place where he knows a dimple will appear if his husband is so inclined. "Much as I love the visual, I'd rather this lovesick manticore stay right where he is."
And it's to this man that he turns now, the Huntsman gazing into eyes darker than molasses but just as sweet, his captured fingers following Remi's up as if they really are about to start dancing. "Eating the ice cream with me is the sacrifice," he says, his free hand whispering over his counterpart's shoulder, teasing around the collar of his coat. "The rest is on the house, because I like you." He winks.
Wicked fingertips brush across Remi's cheek now, Ronin's thumb tracing the exact place where he knows a dimple will appear if his husband is so inclined. "Much as I love the visual, I'd rather this lovesick manticore stay right where he is."
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