even my darkness shines for you
"And I love it when you let me," Ronin murmurs - perhaps it's the fact that he's no longer facing his husband that allows him a bit more confidence, but he feels less flustered with such raucous commentary than when they'd been strolling side by side. The wagon is much easier to move now that there's only Remi sitting in it, and it rumbles along quite merrily back to the merchant's shop. "Even the Silk Houses? Alright - but if you start to not feel okay, you let me know, and I'll make sure we get food to go." He smiles over his shoulder to Remi.
Honestly, they're both thinking in intimate detail of the sorts of mischief they might get up to with two Stars instead of one, and Ronin can't help but bark out a laugh at the Lullaby's remark - probably because it's exactly right. "I'll end up knocking myself out to defend your honour," he agrees, though in reality (and in his daydream) things are much more synchronised.
"Don't," he hisses at his husband's continued innuendos, and though he laughs, the coil of heat in his belly is only proof of the fine line they walk.
Luckily, they succeed in returning the wagon without incident, and food manages to refocus the conversation into safer places. Ronin selects a little bistro for them just on the fringes of the Silk House - it's bustling, the food is warm and hearty and the coffee is strong, and they are able to dine outside in the fresh Flowerbirth air. Honestly, it doesn't last nearly as long as Ronin wants it to, for no other reason than because he thoroughly enjoys sitting with his husband, talking about their plans while he sneakily tries to play footsie under the table.
Nonetheless, soon enough they find themselves meandering back to the shop just after midday; a cool breeze ruffles Ronin's hair, and he holds out the keys for Remi, this time, to unlock the doors.
"Now it's your turn to take the lead," he murmurs. "I can't wait to see what's in these boxes."
Honestly, they're both thinking in intimate detail of the sorts of mischief they might get up to with two Stars instead of one, and Ronin can't help but bark out a laugh at the Lullaby's remark - probably because it's exactly right. "I'll end up knocking myself out to defend your honour," he agrees, though in reality (and in his daydream) things are much more synchronised.
"Don't," he hisses at his husband's continued innuendos, and though he laughs, the coil of heat in his belly is only proof of the fine line they walk.
Luckily, they succeed in returning the wagon without incident, and food manages to refocus the conversation into safer places. Ronin selects a little bistro for them just on the fringes of the Silk House - it's bustling, the food is warm and hearty and the coffee is strong, and they are able to dine outside in the fresh Flowerbirth air. Honestly, it doesn't last nearly as long as Ronin wants it to, for no other reason than because he thoroughly enjoys sitting with his husband, talking about their plans while he sneakily tries to play footsie under the table.
Nonetheless, soon enough they find themselves meandering back to the shop just after midday; a cool breeze ruffles Ronin's hair, and he holds out the keys for Remi, this time, to unlock the doors.
"Now it's your turn to take the lead," he murmurs. "I can't wait to see what's in these boxes."
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