the things we hold are always the first to go
It was General of the Storm, thank you very much, and Ronin will die on that hill. ”Oh have they? The only pair of eyes I’m interested in are in front of me,” he says with a charming smile, falling not one bit for the feigned innocence his husband shoots up at him and narrowing his eyes a little. ”Fine, you asked for it,” he says, resisting the sudden urge to poke Remi in the eye and instead leaning in to deliver a very soft kiss against his lips.
”Unfortunately,” he murmurs, ”you know my true nature as well as I know yours, and I could never do that to you.” With a sweet smile that still somehow hints at victorious, Ronin clambers off his husband and stretches as he rises to his feet, glancing over his shoulder to Remi. ”Want to watch the rain with me? Even if we can’t see anything?”
”Unfortunately,” he murmurs, ”you know my true nature as well as I know yours, and I could never do that to you.” With a sweet smile that still somehow hints at victorious, Ronin clambers off his husband and stretches as he rises to his feet, glancing over his shoulder to Remi. ”Want to watch the rain with me? Even if we can’t see anything?”
