you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
"Sugar is more... spilly," Ronin says, and evidently his vocabulary is as twitterpated by Remi as the rest of him. "But if it means that much to you, I can feed you sugar-dipped strawberries when we get back home." With a smile sweet enough that he hopes it makes up for the honey, he leans in to kiss the corner of Remi's mouth.
He has to admire his husband's clever use of tentacles to make up for the arm that no longer wants to do much more than exist, scoffing out a laugh at the prospect that he's ruining this moment. "On the contrary, I was just giving you suggestions. We have all afternoon," he reminds him, taking a sip of his own wine and letting it sit in his mouth for a second before swallowing.
"Or," he says slowly, as if just considering it, "maybe I'm just letting you savour this while I savour you. Is that so bad?"
He has to admire his husband's clever use of tentacles to make up for the arm that no longer wants to do much more than exist, scoffing out a laugh at the prospect that he's ruining this moment. "On the contrary, I was just giving you suggestions. We have all afternoon," he reminds him, taking a sip of his own wine and letting it sit in his mouth for a second before swallowing.
"Or," he says slowly, as if just considering it, "maybe I'm just letting you savour this while I savour you. Is that so bad?"
The huntsman
