and on to the glory at my right hand
"I am so sorry. Of course you are," Ronin purrs against Remi's lips, though he does wrinkle his nose at the other man's counter offer. "I could probably be convinced. I am not all that crafty though, if you haven't noticed. I used to be, but then I fell wildly in love with a man who proposed to me whilst I was concussed, and I've never really come back from that."
Ronin would scream, so it's probably a good idea that Remi keeps his wraithly tendencies to himself, especially given how warm and fuzzy the Huntsman is feeling right now. He mmmmmmmms right back at his husband, letting his own wings melt back into his shoulders so he can be better cocooned by Remi. "Luckily for you it was always in the plan, mm?"
Parting is equal parts necessary and also the worst, though as Ronin gazes across at the alchemist, half dressed and looking unfairly rugged and handsome, he's already shaking his head. "No need at all. Though I'm covered, I think," he murmurs, and as a ruff of crimson feathers flicker down his neck and across his shoulders, the Huntsman finds himself clad in skintight leather and twinkling constellations. "Better or worse?" he asks.
Ronin would scream, so it's probably a good idea that Remi keeps his wraithly tendencies to himself, especially given how warm and fuzzy the Huntsman is feeling right now. He mmmmmmmms right back at his husband, letting his own wings melt back into his shoulders so he can be better cocooned by Remi. "Luckily for you it was always in the plan, mm?"
Parting is equal parts necessary and also the worst, though as Ronin gazes across at the alchemist, half dressed and looking unfairly rugged and handsome, he's already shaking his head. "No need at all. Though I'm covered, I think," he murmurs, and as a ruff of crimson feathers flicker down his neck and across his shoulders, the Huntsman finds himself clad in skintight leather and twinkling constellations. "Better or worse?" he asks.
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