RONIN
the darkstar
"You can say I am sorry, Ronin, for burning a hole in those pants you had tailored to an exact fit, that's what you can say," Ronin informs his husband with a shit-eating grin, reaching out to help him onto the nimbus so they can sit and float over the Crimson Cataract, giving their lanterns a headstart by having them quite high in the air already.
Raising his eyebrows at the other man's considerations, the twinkle in the Huntsman's eye tells that he may very well have planned for absolutely everything, including that. "I have always wanted to try tantric sex," is all he says instead, before letting his cloud fly them upwards so he can take a seat upon it, dangling his legs over the side.
"Thankfully, it doesn't matter what you think you deserve," he murmurs, his fingers shifting to phoenix feathers and setting his face aglow as he lights his lantern. "Because I chose you," he continues, smiling across at Remi. "I chose you nearly six years ago, and I've chosen you every day since. So I'm afraid, at this point, you might just be stuck with me."
Raising his eyebrows at the other man's considerations, the twinkle in the Huntsman's eye tells that he may very well have planned for absolutely everything, including that. "I have always wanted to try tantric sex," is all he says instead, before letting his cloud fly them upwards so he can take a seat upon it, dangling his legs over the side.
"Thankfully, it doesn't matter what you think you deserve," he murmurs, his fingers shifting to phoenix feathers and setting his face aglow as he lights his lantern. "Because I chose you," he continues, smiling across at Remi. "I chose you nearly six years ago, and I've chosen you every day since. So I'm afraid, at this point, you might just be stuck with me."
