the things we hold are always the first to go
"That wasn't really an answer," Ronin points out, a smile curling across his lips as he takes Remi's hand properly and kisses his knuckles. "I'll go," he decides. "And if you really want to make sure that there is nothing nefarious going on, you are welcome to come with me. You have more experience with it, after all." Destroying shrines, that is.
Unable not to capitalise on the other man's apparently muddled thoughts, Ronin steps away from the counter now to slip his arms around his husband, holding him close. "You're adorable when you're twitterpated," he tells him, leaning in for a kiss that's as sweet and gentle as the touches delivered to his palm.
Unable not to capitalise on the other man's apparently muddled thoughts, Ronin steps away from the counter now to slip his arms around his husband, holding him close. "You're adorable when you're twitterpated," he tells him, leaning in for a kiss that's as sweet and gentle as the touches delivered to his palm.
