[se] two hearts thrown together

Perhaps egotistically, Ronin had assumed that his husband might have an easier time of things because he was at his side, having shouldered that burden before. But then he hadn’t really been there for some time, had he? He’d been dealing with Seren, and dealing with Remi’s demigodhood, and dealing with LongNight. Things had been left by the wayside again. ”In what way hasn’t she been fine?” he wondered of Torchline, though he knew what it was like to not feel... present, in something you were apparently in charge of. His free hand reached up to smooth through unruly curls, breathing in Remi’s heat and closeness, eyes slipping shut at the feeling of teeth against his collarbone. ”I think you’re good for the place,” he murmured. ”You just haven’t had the chance to be yet.” Ludo was another matter entirely, though. But Ronin preferred to think of Remi than gods, and he tilted his head up to kiss him suddenly, with as much want and need as the first time their lips had met. ”Can we disappear back to the house?” he asked. ronypony it's always nice to make an impression