you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
As Remi wrangles his way atop the Star, Ronin is far from upset about it. His arms loosely wind around the alchemist - a smart move given the wings that spread from his shoulders a few moments later - and he lets his fingers play gentle music over the small of the other man's back. "It does, right? I'll have to go there so I can imagine it for us. We'll go on another date." he suggests. Just because their interactions have to be purely mental, it doesn't mean Ronin plans on lavishing his husband with any less attention.
Then the wings are draping over them, the Stars hands finding their way into warm feathers to thoroughly indulge in their softness. "Never," he promises Remi, the vow murmured into his curls. "There is only one manticore for me, and he's right here. You're all mine, whether it's in the Greatwood or Stormbreak or wherever the fuck else we end up. Don't forget it."
Then the wings are draping over them, the Stars hands finding their way into warm feathers to thoroughly indulge in their softness. "Never," he promises Remi, the vow murmured into his curls. "There is only one manticore for me, and he's right here. You're all mine, whether it's in the Greatwood or Stormbreak or wherever the fuck else we end up. Don't forget it."
The huntsman
