the dark star
Ronin's lips do indeed part to argue, only for a huff to leave them in its place, because it's no fun to bicker with Remi unless the other man is tangled obnoxiously against him. And so instead the Huntsman watches his husband from the comfort of the blankets as he potters about. Quite how Remi manages to make even domestic tasks look alluring he simply does not know (spoiler alert: it's his mighty fine ass), but Ronin takes full advantage of ogling while he's got the opportunity.
"He what?" he blurts, blinking back to himself as their son's name punctuates the air. Gingerly shifting to get up, Ronin manages to shuffle over to the table, but he does nuzzle into the side of Remi's neck for a kiss before he sinks down into his seat. "Why did he think that? I hope you corrected him," he murmurs, his brow furrowing. Whenever there's a miscommunication with their son, he can't help but feel it's because as parents they've forgotten to do something important.
"He what?" he blurts, blinking back to himself as their son's name punctuates the air. Gingerly shifting to get up, Ronin manages to shuffle over to the table, but he does nuzzle into the side of Remi's neck for a kiss before he sinks down into his seat. "Why did he think that? I hope you corrected him," he murmurs, his brow furrowing. Whenever there's a miscommunication with their son, he can't help but feel it's because as parents they've forgotten to do something important.
a monster in my heart
a ghost inside my chest
a ghost inside my chest
RONIN
