RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Yes, for his sins, Ronin is awake. It isn't by choice, granted, and only the sight of a button nose and bright eyes in his immediate vision prevents him from uncharacteristic grumpiness. Instead, Remi gets a sleepy smile and a Supernova promptly rolling onto his side, hoping to gather his husband's fluffy body into his arms so he can gently wrestle him back to sleep. "No I'm not," he tells the Lullaby, voice muffled by his pillow, and it's with a shit-eating grin that he tries to become a dead weight that Remi can't move in his current form.
"Are we late for something?" he wants to know, the words yawned out; that's the only reason his husband is usually out of bed before Ronin. As morning people go, the Nova is more of one than Remi, and vaguely he wonders if it's actually still the middle of the night. "And if we aren't, is there at least coffee?"
"Are we late for something?" he wants to know, the words yawned out; that's the only reason his husband is usually out of bed before Ronin. As morning people go, the Nova is more of one than Remi, and vaguely he wonders if it's actually still the middle of the night. "And if we aren't, is there at least coffee?"
show me your darkness.
