Reverse bear trap

remi Took a fall from a windy height, I only knew how to hold on tight & pray for love enough to last all night “At least the trees are behaving.” The Lullaby murmurs softly and with the sort of wariness most would believe Remi incapable of. Glancing around as if daring the Woods to start fucking about, he misses entirely his husband’s advances, and is caught breathlessly off-guard as the Huntsman kisses him. Sighing indulgently as his tongue parts his husband’s lips and his mind dives into the Ronin-blue waters streaming from the press of their fingertips, tension melts from Remi’s shoulders, leaving him sweetly sighing ahead of Ronin’s words. “Mmmm.” Comes Remi’s lazy agreement, his mind hooked like a fish on the idea of a lot of wood. “By chance? What, like it just stumbled into being a table on accident?” The Lullaby wonders with a crooked smile, despite knowing precisely what Ronin had meant. “Although, given the sorts of things known to happen in these woods, there’s every reason to think that could actually have happened…and I think I would prefer our table no once have been some fae merchant cursed by Arduinna.”