RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"In not so many words, yes," Ronin drawls, letting his fingers ghost along the top of Remi's thighs, his smile dark and lustful. But it appears his husband has other things on his mind this morning, Ronin peeking across at the mostly-packed picnic basket and raising his eyebrows. Getting his elbows beneath him, the Nova peers up at the Lullaby as if trying to tell whether or not he's getting sick.
"I would love that," he says softly, after concluding that Remi is, in fact, quite serious. Leaning in, Ronin delivers a gentle kiss against his husband's lips, before ushering him out of his lap. "I think we've flown over the amphitheatre a couple of times. Isn't it the place that looks like a big, rippling puddle?" The ripples being carved stone steps, of course.
Slipping out of bed once he's able, Ronin busies himself yawning and dragging on a sleevleless shirt and some pants, giving his dark hair a tousle in the equivalent of 'styling' it. "Do you want to take coffee in a flask?"
"I would love that," he says softly, after concluding that Remi is, in fact, quite serious. Leaning in, Ronin delivers a gentle kiss against his husband's lips, before ushering him out of his lap. "I think we've flown over the amphitheatre a couple of times. Isn't it the place that looks like a big, rippling puddle?" The ripples being carved stone steps, of course.
Slipping out of bed once he's able, Ronin busies himself yawning and dragging on a sleevleless shirt and some pants, giving his dark hair a tousle in the equivalent of 'styling' it. "Do you want to take coffee in a flask?"
show me your darkness.
