you're the waves at my feet

please just don't forget me Remi is the only thing keeping Ronin on his feet before long, his head lolling against his husband’s curls, steam curling up around them and sheathing them from view. ”Can you blame me?” he mumbles, smiling and exhaling a deep sigh as Remi turns him into putty and slowly puts him back together again. Still, he furrows his brow as he speaks about the Ascended, Ronin huffing out a breath and slowly straightening up. ”I don’t know if water would work for Ascended,” he says slowly; from what he can remember about them, they have no need for it. ”Do you think... if they drink from someone who has drunk the water... then it might cure them for a bit?” It sounds far-fetched as he says it, but really, it’s not the weirdest thing in the world. With a chuckle, Ronin straightens up and shifts in the springs, scooping Remi up into a piggyback. ”If you’re antsy, what’s wrong with just you, and me, and the clothes on our backs?” he says, swooshing through the water with him. ”That’s real travelling.”