I swear I still believe but I don't know
"Nnnn..." Ronin's complaint comes softly, muffled by furs and pillows and - unhappily, he might add - not by his husband's body. Shifting as if he might hide from the hand grasping at his shoulder, it's only the fact that it's Remi's hand that has the Nova melting into the touch instead, rolling reluctantly onto his back and squinting open his eyes to peek up at the other man.
"Yeah...?" he asks groggily, rubbing a hand over his face and itching at his stubble. "Everything okay?" It's the butt-crack of dawn and, with everything that has happened lately, he can only assume that their houseboat is on fire or they've been cursed in some way.
"Yeah...?" he asks groggily, rubbing a hand over his face and itching at his stubble. "Everything okay?" It's the butt-crack of dawn and, with everything that has happened lately, he can only assume that their houseboat is on fire or they've been cursed in some way.
the supernova
