the dark star
"I'll make sure I get an arrow-proof suit of armour to wear when we're around her," Ronin assures the other man, as if that might do a little to soothe his ruffled feathers. More than words, though, he finds that kisses are the real cure for a bad mood, and although the Huntsman hiccups in a sharp inhale of breath to feel Remi's hips pressed down against his own, he sinks into the press of his husband's lips without complaint.
"The best," he corrects in a whisper, deepening the kiss with a flick of his tongue, though there's just as much of a chance of Ronin falling asleep or getting distracted by the smell of the soup as there is of him succumbing to the Lullaby's charms. "You are the best husband, and the best kisser. And I love you."
"The best," he corrects in a whisper, deepening the kiss with a flick of his tongue, though there's just as much of a chance of Ronin falling asleep or getting distracted by the smell of the soup as there is of him succumbing to the Lullaby's charms. "You are the best husband, and the best kisser. And I love you."
a monster in my heart
a ghost inside my chest
a ghost inside my chest
RONIN
