(SE) time of your life

”Rude? Me? How dare you,” Ronin mutters affectionately, flailing a little as Remi decides to roll about and fit himself snug against the huntsman. Still, at least in the cocoon of his arms he can’t get himself in much trouble, and Ronin buries his nose against soft curls, acutely aware of the fever heat rolling out of his husband. Absently, he finds Remi’s hand, so he can check on the cut to his thumb. Satisfied that he won’t lose the digit, he turns his attention to the other man’s question. ”Mm... enough to care for you when you’re sick,” he says. ”And to rock you back to sleep. I’d sail to the moon in a seashell for you. And I’d travel to the ends of the world to find you.” Maybe it’s encouraging the outlandish thoughts his husband seems to be coming up with, but... at least this way, perhaps he can paint better pictures for Remi. ronypony it's always nice to make an impression