the baffled king composing hallelujah
”I’ve not just got trouble with it in the morning, with you around,” Ronin remarks, giving Remi the most smouldering side eye he can manage given that he currently looks like he’s taken a bath in mud. Which he has, sort of. Still, he doesn’t buy it for a second that extra names cost anything, but still, he loves his husband just the way he is. (Even if he doesn’t really believe he’s a Taliesin, which Ronin thinks is bullshit frankly).
Wiggling his fingers up at the grey sky as he examines his ring, he jumps in surprise as Remi suddenly flicks mud over the shining tattoos on his wrist. ”The Taliesin constellation, you say?” He grins, turning it this way and that as if to admire it. ”Only if you get one as well.” Turning to lean up on his elbow, he narrows his eyes playfully down at the Alchemist.
”You aren’t normally keen for me to go and see her,” he says. ”Changed your mind on a whim of a new tattoo?”
Wiggling his fingers up at the grey sky as he examines his ring, he jumps in surprise as Remi suddenly flicks mud over the shining tattoos on his wrist. ”The Taliesin constellation, you say?” He grins, turning it this way and that as if to admire it. ”Only if you get one as well.” Turning to lean up on his elbow, he narrows his eyes playfully down at the Alchemist.
”You aren’t normally keen for me to go and see her,” he says. ”Changed your mind on a whim of a new tattoo?”
