Reverse bear trap

remi Took a fall from a windy height, I only knew how to hold on tight & pray for love enough to last all night Feigning insult, Remi levels a broody stare at Ronin. “Oh? Finally grown bored of me all those months on the mountain? You want to open our marriage up again?” Though his eyes have darkened somewhat, the shine of his thoughts are playful and golden even as he continues to try and look unhappy. Perhaps it’s no surprise then, that the knuckles upon which Ronin has placed his lips suddenly spread and clench back together quite against Remi’s will (but honestly, who can really tell). Grinning both boyishly and apologetically as he shakes out his hand as if that might dispel the mischief that now lives there, Remi glances over his shoulder as if he might parse out the backdrop of which his husband speaks. “You—“ He hums, stepping over the fallen log instead of prancing over it like Oliver Rakan Ronin. “—are getting sentimental in your old age.” Still, it isn’t a no. “Do you remember getting kicked out of the pub?” Well, they hadn’t quite been kicked out. One couldn’t really kick out the leader of the Greatwood and his husband even if said pair’s bathroom antics had caused a good deal of damage and several noise complaints. Grinning and with suddenly flushed cheeks, Remi shrugs. “Maybe we could stay a night or two…but not in the village. Beneath the stars.”