you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
Grinning as well, Ronin can at least trust his husband to rally when there's food involved, and he's about to suggest he duplicate himself when the Lullaby goes ahead and gets there first. And Ronin is more than happy to let him; snug against the other man, he busies himself stroking tender fingers down the length of Remi's body and pressing soft, endless kisses against the underside of his jaw.
Only when there's wine on offer does he bother to lever an elbow beneath himself, offering a lazy smile and a murmur of thanks (and a very lustful glance to the two Remi's, if only he were able to go again) as he accepts the cup. Sipping at the wine at the same time as he's smooched, the flush to Ronin's cheeks might be blamed on the exertion of the past few minutes, but his husband will know better.
"Mm, remember when we used to dream about this, while we were waiting for the war to crash into our lives?" he murmurs. "We'd imagine times like this. And I know they say you don't normally realise you're having your good times when they're happening, but... I really do know how good we've got it right now."
Only when there's wine on offer does he bother to lever an elbow beneath himself, offering a lazy smile and a murmur of thanks (and a very lustful glance to the two Remi's, if only he were able to go again) as he accepts the cup. Sipping at the wine at the same time as he's smooched, the flush to Ronin's cheeks might be blamed on the exertion of the past few minutes, but his husband will know better.
"Mm, remember when we used to dream about this, while we were waiting for the war to crash into our lives?" he murmurs. "We'd imagine times like this. And I know they say you don't normally realise you're having your good times when they're happening, but... I really do know how good we've got it right now."
The huntsman
