and on to the glory at my right hand
It feels loud, the silence that stretches in the wake of Remi's roar across the desert, Ronin's chest heaving with a breath he can't quite catch. It's only after a few taut and blissful moments that he lets his fingers loosen a little in the other man's hair so he can clasp him close, his cheek lolling against Remi's temple. "Gods, you're everything," he whispers, sagging further into the snow - if that's even possible.
"I know it's cold, but I don't really want to move," he admits with a soft and lazy laugh, letting his fingers smooth down the back of Remi's neck, even as he shifts his leg away from the Lullaby's shoulder. All of his muscles feel like jelly and the snow-blank sky above seems to swirl behind his eyes even when he closes them.
Wanting simultaneously to stretch himself around Remi and also curl up against the other man, Ronin has to settle for the status quo in the end, though he does manage a clumsy kiss to Remi's cheek.
"I know it's cold, but I don't really want to move," he admits with a soft and lazy laugh, letting his fingers smooth down the back of Remi's neck, even as he shifts his leg away from the Lullaby's shoulder. All of his muscles feel like jelly and the snow-blank sky above seems to swirl behind his eyes even when he closes them.
Wanting simultaneously to stretch himself around Remi and also curl up against the other man, Ronin has to settle for the status quo in the end, though he does manage a clumsy kiss to Remi's cheek.
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