RONIN
the supernova
For a long, sun-drenched stretch of time, there is only the sound of their breath and the feel of Remi's heartbeat pressed to his chest and against the ring finger of his left hand, and Ronin relishes every single second of it. Sense, when it returns, is treacle-slow and twice as sweet, and it's with lazy movements that echo the slow march of his thoughts that the Nova turns enough to lay on his back, gathering Remi close against his side.
This is usually where someone makes a joke or a quip - or even where Remi becomes tearful and strangely morose - but today Ronin tries to beat instinct to the punch. Gently reaching out to tilt Remi's face towards him, the Nova leans in for a kiss as passionate as it is satisfied, caring nothing for the way he still needs to breathe and recover, wanting only more of this, until there's nothing left besides.
This is usually where someone makes a joke or a quip - or even where Remi becomes tearful and strangely morose - but today Ronin tries to beat instinct to the punch. Gently reaching out to tilt Remi's face towards him, the Nova leans in for a kiss as passionate as it is satisfied, caring nothing for the way he still needs to breathe and recover, wanting only more of this, until there's nothing left besides.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
