the things we hold are always the first to go
"That is a very good point," Ronin admits. Remi doesn't need to add any more black marks to his name when it comes to gods. He's more than content to let the subject drop, sinking into gentle, loving touches and kisses warmed by the morning sunlight. "How lucky for us both, to be so cute," he says, his fingertips gliding the length of Remi's spine as his lips are stolen once more.
Humming out an indulgent sigh, even as Ronin draws back he's still not done, scattering a few more chaste kisses against Remi's lips and cheek before nestling into the side of the Lullaby's neck. "I love you," he mumbles. "A lot."
Humming out an indulgent sigh, even as Ronin draws back he's still not done, scattering a few more chaste kisses against Remi's lips and cheek before nestling into the side of the Lullaby's neck. "I love you," he mumbles. "A lot."
