you're the waves at my feet

please just don't forget me It doesn’t get better than this, Ronin decides as Remi winds himself closer, humming his contentment against the side of his neck. He lets his eyes slip shut after inspecting the lily very briefly, his fingers working in gentle and thorough exploration of the wings on display. Eventually his hands drift to where the appendages join Remi’s shoulders, carefully working out any tension they find there. ”If this is what Chulane was up to, then he was certainly very quick about it,” Ronin says, chuckling softly into the crown of Remi’s curls, feeling his eyes grow heavy and his muscles utterly relax. ”We’ll have to do this again. If another one blooms, we know that we are definitely the cause. Might even have to have a best of three about it, to be sure.”