you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
Humming a note of contentment at the touch of warm fingers that splay across his lower back, Ronin settles on the blanket with Remi tucked close against his side, half curled over him so he doesn't have to part from him even a small amount. "I would love that," he murmurs against the other man's lips, pressing another silent kiss against them before slowly withdrawing - but only enough to snag the bottle of wine and the two cups he'd packed.
"We'll have this, I'll feed you strawberries dipped in honey, and then maybe we'll take a nap," he suggests as he pours them both a measure of the wine, offering it out to Remi to sip so the Lullaby doesn't have to move his good arm from where it belongs (i.e. right where it currently is). "Or maybe you can try and nap and I'll distract you by having my wicked way with you in the flowers. I haven't decided yet."
"We'll have this, I'll feed you strawberries dipped in honey, and then maybe we'll take a nap," he suggests as he pours them both a measure of the wine, offering it out to Remi to sip so the Lullaby doesn't have to move his good arm from where it belongs (i.e. right where it currently is). "Or maybe you can try and nap and I'll distract you by having my wicked way with you in the flowers. I haven't decided yet."
The huntsman
