we live in a world someone else imagined
"You're such a bad winner," Ronin complains, his laughter a touch muffled and out of breath as he tries to sort limbs and feathers out from one another. Ending up rolling onto his back when he's nudged, he flails a talon at Remi in warning and narrows his eyes, huffing out a sigh. "You took a game of hide and seek and turned it into a game of kiss-chase," he informs him. "It's impossible to remain hidden when one is already found."
Rolling to sit up, one of his arms fully shifts so he can flap a gust of air at his husband, Ronin smirking and tilting his head. "But I suppose you did find me. So that means it is your turn to hide." He makes a dismissive shoo sort of gesture, as if to advise Remi to go and get himself hidden in the woods.
Rolling to sit up, one of his arms fully shifts so he can flap a gust of air at his husband, Ronin smirking and tilting his head. "But I suppose you did find me. So that means it is your turn to hide." He makes a dismissive shoo sort of gesture, as if to advise Remi to go and get himself hidden in the woods.
the dark star
