RONIN
THE SUPERNOVA
It's little surprise that Ronin dislikes leaving his husband alone all day at this time of year, and when he does arrive back home, he approaches the Tramezzino at a pace best described as a prowl. Indeed, even seeing the picnic basket and the blankets, it doesn't stop Ronin from clambering straight up the steps to their porch to sit down with Remi, his arms snaking around the other man to draw him close, his lips finding the scruff of his cheek to kiss.
"Mm, okay," he agrees readily, swatting at his waist to remove the charm that's usually attached to his belt, tossing it in the same direction without watching where it lands. "Where are we running?" he wants to know, adding a second kiss against the corner of Remi's mouth. "Do you want to take the nimbus?"
"Mm, okay," he agrees readily, swatting at his waist to remove the charm that's usually attached to his belt, tossing it in the same direction without watching where it lands. "Where are we running?" he wants to know, adding a second kiss against the corner of Remi's mouth. "Do you want to take the nimbus?"
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
