RONIN
the darkstar
"Ooh, a bouquet," Ronin agrees with a boyish flash of teeth, "I do like that one. I will make sure you don't miss a single bouquet of fireworks this time." Well, that's his intention anyway. Who knows what will actually happen should they get a little overwhelmed by the occasion when it all goes down. (Or they go down. Shut up).
Nibbling at the inside of his cheek and tilting his head to watch as Remi (perfectly, in his opinion) ties off the braid around his wrist, the Huntsman lets out a long, happy sigh and surrenders his hand for the kissing. "Mm, I think it's stronger than it looks," he says of the material now binding them together.
But enough about that. Reaching out to tilt Remi's chin up, Ronin closes the distance between them to steal a surprisingly soft and gentle kiss from his husband's lips, shifting closer to wind his arms around him. "Fireworks?" he mumbles eventually, after the dance of his tongue has threatened to get them into some airborne shenanigans.
Nibbling at the inside of his cheek and tilting his head to watch as Remi (perfectly, in his opinion) ties off the braid around his wrist, the Huntsman lets out a long, happy sigh and surrenders his hand for the kissing. "Mm, I think it's stronger than it looks," he says of the material now binding them together.
But enough about that. Reaching out to tilt Remi's chin up, Ronin closes the distance between them to steal a surprisingly soft and gentle kiss from his husband's lips, shifting closer to wind his arms around him. "Fireworks?" he mumbles eventually, after the dance of his tongue has threatened to get them into some airborne shenanigans.
