even my darkness shines for you
Expecting darkness and silence, whilst the light isn't necessarily an adjustment, Ronin still finds himself blinking into the space for a few moments, glancing around for his sleeping husband only to find him very much awake. As the portal closes behind him, for a second or two he's left patting at himself, as if to make sure he's still whole and real and alive. And he is, Ronin sucking in a breath that feels light and easy in a way he can't appropriately describe.
And when he sees Remi sketching at the table, the smile that blooms across his face is one of both relief and adoration. "Remi," he murmurs, and already he's lightning up further, but even that feels different; the radiance that shines from is skin is something golden and warm, unlike the cool starlight of just a few moments ago.
"Remi, I..." Not knowing how to describe it, Ronin rushes to the table that he might pour his feelings into his husband instead. Their little kitchen chairs are not build for two demigods, but it won't stop Ronin from trying nonetheless to climb into the other man's lap, fingers slipping into his curls, lips pressing feather light kisses to his cheeks.
"We will never, ever have to see each other on the beaches of Northaven again," he whispers.
And when he sees Remi sketching at the table, the smile that blooms across his face is one of both relief and adoration. "Remi," he murmurs, and already he's lightning up further, but even that feels different; the radiance that shines from is skin is something golden and warm, unlike the cool starlight of just a few moments ago.
"Remi, I..." Not knowing how to describe it, Ronin rushes to the table that he might pour his feelings into his husband instead. Their little kitchen chairs are not build for two demigods, but it won't stop Ronin from trying nonetheless to climb into the other man's lap, fingers slipping into his curls, lips pressing feather light kisses to his cheeks.
"We will never, ever have to see each other on the beaches of Northaven again," he whispers.
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