[se] fresh eyes & sticky fingers

These are the last blues we're ever gonna have

"No, you should not. If you had been thinking about those sorts of things instead of paying attention to me, I might have caused a scene." Remi whispers, before his smile both crumples and swells such that his dimples deepen and dance on his cheeks. "Well, I suppose I shall just give up trying to impress you then, mm?" He jokes, all the while feeling precisely the same. There was something so pure and uncomplicated about their humble beginnings together, that no matter the years they travelled through, he more than understood why their minds rushed back to the days when just a simple smile had been more than enough.

Pulling in a deep breath through his nose, Remi considers the state of himself for just a moment before straightening somewhat. Clearing his throat, he glanced down the alley somewhat serruptiously, and though the pair hadn't exactly been that stealthy, nor did anyone give a single fuck about two men getting handsy in an alley, demigod or not. "Yeah, I would really like that. Oh, and," Fishing into his pocket, the lining of which had been altered, Remi produced his husband's wedding ring with a flourish. Inkwellllll.

"You have no idea how long I practiced that." He admits with a grin, before sliding it onto Ronin's finger again and leading them out into the sunlight.


~FIN

the glow of the cities below lead us back to the places that we never should have left