RONIN
Ronin rolls his wrist in an attempt to finish his sentence for Remi, and this gesture comes directly from the Lullaby rather than any of their children, but he doesn't manage it in the end. "No, you," he objects to remarks on his handsomeness, finding their proximity and the way Remi's eyes flicker down to his lips far too distracting for banter. Their little houseboat also falls by the wayside in lieu of the taste of his husband's kiss, and Ronin melts against him to fully enjoy the moment.
"If we manage to gut the boat by the time the sun goes down, we can fill it with furs and sleep there," he whispers against Remi's lips, though sleeping is likely the last thing on his mind when it comes to their activities in The Northaven. Regardless, before they can come close to any of that, they still need to sand and paint and oil the exterior, and actually rip out the houseboat's innards. No rest for the horny wicked.
"If we manage to gut the boat by the time the sun goes down, we can fill it with furs and sleep there," he whispers against Remi's lips, though sleeping is likely the last thing on his mind when it comes to their activities in The Northaven. Regardless, before they can come close to any of that, they still need to sand and paint and oil the exterior, and actually rip out the houseboat's innards. No rest for the horny wicked.
one more wish for you
