I swear I still believe but I don't know
"I will take that as a challenge, husband," Ronin replies, sweet wickedness in his tone as he leans up to brush his nose across Remi's. "A songbird comb, yes, and perhaps a carriage pulled by tumsea," he continues, more than happy to list his (very reasonable) demands as they prepare to fumble their way out of the fountain. It's a task made difficult by neither man's willingness to let the other go, but somehow they manage it.
Only once dry stone is beneath his feet again does Ronin lean back into Remi's embrace, letting his head loll against the Lullaby's shoulder. "Well of course, if it were to happen, we would be together," he whispers, meeting the other man's gaze and reaching up to clasp his cheek. "Because I didn't die. I'm right here." It's as though he's proved himself right purely in the fact that he's still breathing.
The alternative doesn't bear thinking about.
Trying to kiss the worry lines from Remi's brow and the corners of his eyes, Ronin's hands swarm gently upwards to press into the downy feathers where the Lullaby's wings melt into his shoulders. "Do you remember what it was like to wear pants? And do you mind doing just that?" he asks with a gentle laugh.
Only once dry stone is beneath his feet again does Ronin lean back into Remi's embrace, letting his head loll against the Lullaby's shoulder. "Well of course, if it were to happen, we would be together," he whispers, meeting the other man's gaze and reaching up to clasp his cheek. "Because I didn't die. I'm right here." It's as though he's proved himself right purely in the fact that he's still breathing.
The alternative doesn't bear thinking about.
Trying to kiss the worry lines from Remi's brow and the corners of his eyes, Ronin's hands swarm gently upwards to press into the downy feathers where the Lullaby's wings melt into his shoulders. "Do you remember what it was like to wear pants? And do you mind doing just that?" he asks with a gentle laugh.
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