RONIN
the darkstar
"Mm, luckily for you, I can give you a sky filled with dicks and a kiss. More than a kiss. More than a hundred kisses," Ronin murmurs, pressing said kisses along the side of Remi's jaw even as they sit all snug and romantic on his nimbus and the lanterns bob away overhead into the stars. Still, fireworks are calling, and Ronin does direct his cloud back down towards the edge of the Cataract, where an innocuous little crate sits just off to one side.
"Well, since we already got married officially, I'm not sure anyone needs to catch this bouquet," he murmurs, smooching Remi's cheek and sidling off his nimbus once they're low enough. "But then again, there's only the two of us here this time anyway, so I suppose we can both catch it?" he suggests.
"Well, since we already got married officially, I'm not sure anyone needs to catch this bouquet," he murmurs, smooching Remi's cheek and sidling off his nimbus once they're low enough. "But then again, there's only the two of us here this time anyway, so I suppose we can both catch it?" he suggests.
