RONIN
"Oof, when you're right, you're right," Ronin murmurs as he swans around the interior of their little boat, peeping outside as he passes one of the portholes to peer down the beach. Passers-by are glancing at the vessel (suspended on the headboards of two beds, as it is) but know better to approach or cause any problems. Once he's convinced that things are appropriately dry and toasty, Ronin dismisses his phoenix down and draws close to his husband again.
"That," he says, sneaking a kiss to Remi's cheek, "sounds perfect. Maybe we can contact Mateo tomorrow and ask if he can come and take a look at the place, get some of his plants draped all around." For now, though, there's just the Lullaby and his too-green eyes, and lips that Ronin can't resist stealing further kisses from.
"That," he says, sneaking a kiss to Remi's cheek, "sounds perfect. Maybe we can contact Mateo tomorrow and ask if he can come and take a look at the place, get some of his plants draped all around." For now, though, there's just the Lullaby and his too-green eyes, and lips that Ronin can't resist stealing further kisses from.
one more wish for you
