RONIN
"I definitely can't feel my toes." Ronin laughs softly, his arms still twined around Remi and one of his knees braced against the snowdrift to try and awkwardly keep them both upright. He has no interest in trying to move just yet, his head lolling against the alchemist's shoulder, and cold-sweet kisses decorating all the spaces between where bruises have already started to spring up on his neck. "Gods, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever laid my eyes on," he whispers suddenly, his voice soft and weary in all the best ways.
It has started to snow, and Ronin has glanced up to catch the patter of snowflakes start to cling to his husband's curls and eyelashes. The stark colour paints a perfect contrast to the pink in Remi's cheeks, and the Huntsman wishes he could feel his fingers enough to paint it all while it's fresh in his memory. Humming a note of annoyance that he has to move, it takes a few careful moments to extract himself away from the Lullaby without falling on his bare ass in the ice.
"Let's come back to the hotspring later," he suggests. "I think I'd like to change my clothes and maybe take a nap. What do you think?"
It has started to snow, and Ronin has glanced up to catch the patter of snowflakes start to cling to his husband's curls and eyelashes. The stark colour paints a perfect contrast to the pink in Remi's cheeks, and the Huntsman wishes he could feel his fingers enough to paint it all while it's fresh in his memory. Humming a note of annoyance that he has to move, it takes a few careful moments to extract himself away from the Lullaby without falling on his bare ass in the ice.
"Let's come back to the hotspring later," he suggests. "I think I'd like to change my clothes and maybe take a nap. What do you think?"
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
