even my darkness shines for you
"I'm starting to understand how you felt when you found that sketchbook of mine," Ronin murmurs, just as quietly, fussing at a few threads of the blanket and not bothering to hide the flush to his cheeks. "Mm, though I think it would probably be more fun if we laid out a big white bedsheet on the floor, threw paint at each other and then had sex on it. We could frame the sheet as artwork," he figures - it actually sounds like fun, and Ronin is grinning just as the ping! of the paintbrush landing in the sink reaches his ears.
"All finished already?" he asks, taking another sip of his coffee before setting the mug down, not asking to see the painting either - he's hidden enough half finished bits of work from his husband before now. "I don't think we have any other obligations," Ronin murmurs. "Why, where are we going for dinner?" He lifts up the furs once more, as if to invite Remi to tuck himself right back where he'd been previously.
"When will you be going to the Climb, by the way?"
"All finished already?" he asks, taking another sip of his coffee before setting the mug down, not asking to see the painting either - he's hidden enough half finished bits of work from his husband before now. "I don't think we have any other obligations," Ronin murmurs. "Why, where are we going for dinner?" He lifts up the furs once more, as if to invite Remi to tuck himself right back where he'd been previously.
"When will you be going to the Climb, by the way?"
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