RONIN
The snow hisses and sizzles as Ronin's phoenix feathers touch it, and he and Remi make quite a fetching (if not clumsy) snow angel as they tumble back. He's wriggling as well, torn between letting his husband get singed and wanting to make sure he's alright, and eventually the feathers do melt back into his skin. It leaves him in his coat and scarf, though the heat in his eyes is no less intense. "I believe you and I forgive you," he smiles cheekily, before promptly rolling them over so he can pin Remi against the ground.
"You know, I've always wanted to have sex with you in the snow. But maybe we can try that when we're a little more used to the cold, mm?" he suggests, but it doesn't stop him from smothering Remi in cold kisses. "What do we need to do for the boat? Chop wood? Stockpile good food? Sail her to Torchline?"
"You know, I've always wanted to have sex with you in the snow. But maybe we can try that when we're a little more used to the cold, mm?" he suggests, but it doesn't stop him from smothering Remi in cold kisses. "What do we need to do for the boat? Chop wood? Stockpile good food? Sail her to Torchline?"
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
