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Will be the best damn flower boy you ever seen. Sobriety questionable.

There you go Balto. I’ve arranged for a flower boy. Am I not an amazing best man? 

    the morning afters had to be her favorite part. when she's just waking up and rediscovering all the welts, the scratches, the cuts, and the bruises of a night well spent. she hums quietly, inhaling slowly before exhaling as she remembers the night's events. it brings a twitch at the corner of her mouth, face nuzzling into the pillow a bit more before she starts to let herself melt into the mattress. she acclimates to her surroundings, taking in the feel of the sheets against her skin, how the mattress molds to her figure, the sound of only her breath filling the room --- he's in the kitchen, she finally pinpoints, and by the smell that's wafting into her room, he's making coffee.

  after a heartbeat or two, she sighs and abandons the warmth of her bed; she's guessed that he knows she's awake. she's picking through the pile of clothes left in his bedroom, hand rising to rub at the sleep clouding her vision before sliding into his shirt. she's quick to button the fabric, though she's missed a few holes and can't bring herself to care as she opens the door and pads down the hall towards the kitchen. she yawns, blinking away the last of the exhaustion before he pauses in mid-sip of his coffee to stare at her.

he grins, a predatory sort of smile, all sharp teeth and that hungry look in his eye before he crosses the kitchen and heads to snatch at her hair, tipping her bed back lazily before his mouth hovers over her own. rem has to remember that it's reno, it's the pilot, when he grabs at her hair and tips her head back. she has to remember he'd never hurt her, that he wasn't the enemy because she isn't fully awake. she melts against him though, a grin of her own teasing the corners of her mouth upwards before she stands on her tiptoes, teeth biting at his lower lip. it doesn't take much more than that little bit of surrender and permission before he slots his mouth against her own and rem can taste the lingering hints of coffee from his last sip. she growls into the kiss, her hand sliding down his chest and towards his navel before he pulls her closer, a leg between her own and the kiss deepening. she breaks the kiss, flushed and hungry before glancing at the clock.

♚ ┊  ⌜ ✕ ⌟  𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚  t r u s t  𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚…

his response would depend on many factors… && yes, he would break the law himself if he felt he had to, if the cause was far more important than any of the consequences that could befall him as a result. aymeric understands all too well that things are not always so black && white && that not all rules make sense. some are questionable. some are created by those with ulterior motives. some are created solely to control others, with no regard for morality – for what has been deemed right && what has been deemed wrong, collectively.