you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
"I'll write it, if you supervise." Ronin grins to his husband, trusting him to appropriately scrutinise the curl of his y's or the slope of his r's. At least that way the letter that makes it to their son will be legible but also perhaps a little aesthetic (if only marginally to Remi's standards).
Surprised by the embrace if only because the two of them are usually on the food and wine before so much as checking for dragons - and in a place like the Cordillera, it's a literal check - Ronin slips his arms around the Lullaby in turn. The memory of their first meal together has him smiling, letting his head tilt to rest against the other man's curls. "And look at us now," he agrees, though as he glances across at Remi and spots the somewhat bittersweet tilt to his expression, he gives him a gentle nudge.
"We've worked for it," he reminds him, reaching out to tilt up his chin and catch his lips in a kiss. It could be one of those Sound of Music moments if they wanted it to be (and if they knew what that was), the sky impossibly blue and the meadow ablaze with the last flowers of the season. Drawing Remi closer if only to shift and sit them down on the blanket, it's with a slow and sweet press of his tongue that he deepens the kiss, his fingers threading through the back of the Lullaby's hair.
Surprised by the embrace if only because the two of them are usually on the food and wine before so much as checking for dragons - and in a place like the Cordillera, it's a literal check - Ronin slips his arms around the Lullaby in turn. The memory of their first meal together has him smiling, letting his head tilt to rest against the other man's curls. "And look at us now," he agrees, though as he glances across at Remi and spots the somewhat bittersweet tilt to his expression, he gives him a gentle nudge.
"We've worked for it," he reminds him, reaching out to tilt up his chin and catch his lips in a kiss. It could be one of those Sound of Music moments if they wanted it to be (and if they knew what that was), the sky impossibly blue and the meadow ablaze with the last flowers of the season. Drawing Remi closer if only to shift and sit them down on the blanket, it's with a slow and sweet press of his tongue that he deepens the kiss, his fingers threading through the back of the Lullaby's hair.
The huntsman
