RONIN
the darkstar
Ronin will never get tired of Remi's hands on him, the Star seeming to relax bonelessly into the cushions beneath him, letting his touch drift down the alchemist's torso to linger against his hips. "Mm? The war?" He tilts his head, wondering how his husband can be so serious and yet so playful about something as huge as tHe WaR. And as he explains, smelling of storms and the sea and burning fabric, he finds himself in utter chaotic agreement with him.
"Thank you," he mumbles, leaning up for a sudden kiss that's tinged with a hint of relief. "I feel the same way," he admits. "Maybe it's because we have seen and heard everything from the gods themselves, but... it feels obnoxious to just imagine this won't happen because we don't want it to."
"Thank you," he mumbles, leaning up for a sudden kiss that's tinged with a hint of relief. "I feel the same way," he admits. "Maybe it's because we have seen and heard everything from the gods themselves, but... it feels obnoxious to just imagine this won't happen because we don't want it to."
