I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Music spills from Remi's tongue and beneath his scarf Ronin manages to look boyishly thrilled by it, his cheeks round and his blue eyes bright as he listens to the beautiful tirade. Tugging the scarf down properly and leaning in to press a cold nose against Remi's cheek when he's done, he nods his wholehearted agreement. "Your gin is very good," he agrees through a kiss to the very same place.
Abandoning the ice cream - they're in the snow and it's not like it will melt - in lieu of his husband, Ronin is busy trying to wrangle Remi half into his lap already, seeming smug and happy at his frosty footwork. "No illusions," he assures Remi. "Just a man commanding a storm." Get it? Do you get it, Remi? It's a snowstorm, Remi.
And if that doesn't win his husband over, Ronin leans in for another kiss just in case.
Abandoning the ice cream - they're in the snow and it's not like it will melt - in lieu of his husband, Ronin is busy trying to wrangle Remi half into his lap already, seeming smug and happy at his frosty footwork. "No illusions," he assures Remi. "Just a man commanding a storm." Get it? Do you get it, Remi? It's a snowstorm, Remi.
And if that doesn't win his husband over, Ronin leans in for another kiss just in case.
RONIN
