I swear I still believe but I don't know
"Mm," Ronin mutters, "that's true enough, I suppose."
Shouting against the wind takes far too much energy, and it's all the Nova can really manage to keep conscious as his husband flies from houseboat to fountain, and so Ronin is understandably quiet as they complete their journey. And there's no audience to speak of, unless a few passing merchants count, though at the mere sight of the Lullaby they promptly hurry on their way.
(The rumour mill will promptly start turning though, rest assured).
As for Ronin, he finds himself suspended in liquid bliss, or so it feels, and the hands keeping him aloft are as soft as they are strong. Blinking open tired blue eyes, he gazes up at Remi in time to see fingers of dawn light push through his halo of curls and to spray through the gaps in his feathers, bathing him golden and radiant.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he whispers, wishing he could sit and paint the vision stretching above him.
Shouting against the wind takes far too much energy, and it's all the Nova can really manage to keep conscious as his husband flies from houseboat to fountain, and so Ronin is understandably quiet as they complete their journey. And there's no audience to speak of, unless a few passing merchants count, though at the mere sight of the Lullaby they promptly hurry on their way.
(The rumour mill will promptly start turning though, rest assured).
As for Ronin, he finds himself suspended in liquid bliss, or so it feels, and the hands keeping him aloft are as soft as they are strong. Blinking open tired blue eyes, he gazes up at Remi in time to see fingers of dawn light push through his halo of curls and to spray through the gaps in his feathers, bathing him golden and radiant.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he whispers, wishing he could sit and paint the vision stretching above him.
the supernova
