even my darkness shines for you
Oblivious to the way his husband is scrutinising him, but feeling warm and fuzzy nonetheless, Ronin follows Remi to the counter so he can tug at the ribbon and unwrap the basket to reveal what's inside. Taking out the wine, cold cuts and cheeses, he makes a dramatic gesture as if to suggest that he's just conjured up breakfast for them by magic. "Just a robe, yes." He draws the thing out, sweeping it dramatically and shrugging into it, draconic embroidery and all.
"How do I look? Like I belong in a cult?" He scoffs, only to raise an eyebrow at Remi in his best o rly expression. "I think that is more of an accidental insult to you than it is to me," he says of the reference to 'cocktail sausages', before the rest of his quips are stolen merely by the look on Remi's face. He clears his throat and tries to look away but at the same time not, imagining how it would feel to brush his lips across the Lullaby's flushed cheeks, whether his curls feel warm from the morning sun.
"Home," he echoes back, wrapping his fingers around the other man's to give them a gentle squeeze. "And of course it's filthy if it's hours. Luckily, between us I think we can clean this place up ready to decorate." Still holding Remi's hand - because why on earth would he ever want to let it go - Ronin uncorks a wine bottle with his teeth and offers it out to his husband.
"Oh - I received a response from Sunjata this morning, about the skyboat travel route. I should be headed to Torchline in a day or so. Did you want to come with me, or stay here? I didn't know when you'd be paying a trip to the Greatwood."
"How do I look? Like I belong in a cult?" He scoffs, only to raise an eyebrow at Remi in his best o rly expression. "I think that is more of an accidental insult to you than it is to me," he says of the reference to 'cocktail sausages', before the rest of his quips are stolen merely by the look on Remi's face. He clears his throat and tries to look away but at the same time not, imagining how it would feel to brush his lips across the Lullaby's flushed cheeks, whether his curls feel warm from the morning sun.
"Home," he echoes back, wrapping his fingers around the other man's to give them a gentle squeeze. "And of course it's filthy if it's hours. Luckily, between us I think we can clean this place up ready to decorate." Still holding Remi's hand - because why on earth would he ever want to let it go - Ronin uncorks a wine bottle with his teeth and offers it out to his husband.
"Oh - I received a response from Sunjata this morning, about the skyboat travel route. I should be headed to Torchline in a day or so. Did you want to come with me, or stay here? I didn't know when you'd be paying a trip to the Greatwood."
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