you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
Ronin's wings part and then fold back into his shoulders as Remi rises to his feet, and the Huntsman leans back on his hands to spend a good few seconds ogling his husband. It's with cheeks flushed a bit pink and a stupid little smile on his face that he finally follows suit, loosely buttoning his pants and fixing the knick-knacks he'd knocked over, before moving to join the Lullaby at the counter.
"It would be my pleasure," he says, smooching Remi's cheek and using his hands to heat the pan of sugar. "There should be some food colouring, if you want the heart to look appropriately bloody," he says, nodding at the icing-in-progress. In the meantime, Ronin sets up a wooden spoon over a bowl, so he can spin his sugar.
And it takes a few minutes and a bit of temperature gauging and a burnt tongue, but soon a silky ball of sugar is beginning to take shape around the spoon handle. "Where do you want this?" he asks.
"It would be my pleasure," he says, smooching Remi's cheek and using his hands to heat the pan of sugar. "There should be some food colouring, if you want the heart to look appropriately bloody," he says, nodding at the icing-in-progress. In the meantime, Ronin sets up a wooden spoon over a bowl, so he can spin his sugar.
And it takes a few minutes and a bit of temperature gauging and a burnt tongue, but soon a silky ball of sugar is beginning to take shape around the spoon handle. "Where do you want this?" he asks.
RONIN
