RONIN
Ronin is predictably horrified as his husband holds up the wine soaked bread, his own sandwich in hand by this point. ”As if I’ll do anything else, with that on the line,” he grumbles good-naturedly, leaning in to take a bite out of the sandwich. And honestly, it is pretty good, though the Star makes a point of being dramatic about it. ”I think it’s more the crumbs in the wine,” he remarks, which is as close to acceptance as Remi will get.
Ronin is an endlessly charming idiot, and he concedes the point with a gentle nudge to his husband’s ribs as if to tell him that he’ll not be so careless with his words in future. He can’t say it out loud, of course, because he’s also stuffing almost a whole sandwich into his mouth. While Remi’s mind wanders, Ronin’s is singularly focused on eating around the man in his arms, and whenever Amalia does decide to come in, it will likely be to this beautiful picture.
Ronin is an endlessly charming idiot, and he concedes the point with a gentle nudge to his husband’s ribs as if to tell him that he’ll not be so careless with his words in future. He can’t say it out loud, of course, because he’s also stuffing almost a whole sandwich into his mouth. While Remi’s mind wanders, Ronin’s is singularly focused on eating around the man in his arms, and whenever Amalia does decide to come in, it will likely be to this beautiful picture.
one more wish for you
