I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Put their clothes back on? Ronin would never. "I was going to suggest the same thing," he murmurs of Remi following him into his dreams, though they both know it isn't for such loving reasons and more so that the Huntsman can continue to be a balm on the other man's temper should it decide to flare again. Regardless, getting comfortable beneath the half-fur dragged over them, Ronin relaxes bonelessly into the bed and spends his time before being snatched by sleep scattering tiny kisses across Remi's neck and chest. It doesn't take long.
The following morning sees Ronin in a pair of sweatpants and nothing else, cooking bacon and eggs and sipping at coffee while he listens to the bustle of the world outside their open window. "Hear that," he mumbles. "It's the sound of the Falling staying right where it should be."
It's early and he has to go and see Sunjata (mish mash fuck the timelines), but breakfast and Remi come first.
The following morning sees Ronin in a pair of sweatpants and nothing else, cooking bacon and eggs and sipping at coffee while he listens to the bustle of the world outside their open window. "Hear that," he mumbles. "It's the sound of the Falling staying right where it should be."
It's early and he has to go and see Sunjata (mish mash fuck the timelines), but breakfast and Remi come first.
RONIN
