Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
"Smugness? I would not have been... I... Yeah, okay. I'd have been insufferable, you're quite right. And no I do not want it back, thank you." Ronin wrinkles his nose at Remi, though there's a hint of a smile on his lips and he resists the urge to push Remi's face away. The Star is all baron in a suit, apparently, and this uncouth behaviour is earning his husband all the points none of the points.
Letting out a chuckle, Ronin allows his husband to take the meat from his fingers (and give them a good nibble, too). "I trust you," he tells him, and for all the playfulness in his voice his expression is earnest. "And you're exactly right, of course. Better to be safe than to let a potential Ludo-ghost go waltzing into the guildhall."
Flinging the rib bone into the fire once Remi is done with it, Ronin licks the sauce and juices from his fingers and raises an eyebrow in response to the other man's remark, though the more he thinks about it the more he understands. "Mm. It's those feelings that are worth building a life around," he begins, only for Remi to lean forward and steal the rest of his sentence. Not that he's complaining, moaning a note of hunger that has nothing to do with the food.
"The first kiss on this date was supposed to come a lot later," he mumbles against his lips, smiling softly.
Letting out a chuckle, Ronin allows his husband to take the meat from his fingers (and give them a good nibble, too). "I trust you," he tells him, and for all the playfulness in his voice his expression is earnest. "And you're exactly right, of course. Better to be safe than to let a potential Ludo-ghost go waltzing into the guildhall."
Flinging the rib bone into the fire once Remi is done with it, Ronin licks the sauce and juices from his fingers and raises an eyebrow in response to the other man's remark, though the more he thinks about it the more he understands. "Mm. It's those feelings that are worth building a life around," he begins, only for Remi to lean forward and steal the rest of his sentence. Not that he's complaining, moaning a note of hunger that has nothing to do with the food.
"The first kiss on this date was supposed to come a lot later," he mumbles against his lips, smiling softly.
