RONIN
the supernova
light is easy to love.
"You've probably already guessed where we're going by now," Ronin is saying to his husband with a smile in his voice and almost an apology on his lips for not being able to arrange the surprise as well as Remi had. "And I know it's not painting with our bodies on a canvas, but..."
Stopping just before the twinkling lights of the House of Midnight - made all the more picturesque (or suggestive, depending on your worldview) at Longnight, Ronin holds his hand out in a ta daaaa sort of gesture.
"I booked a room for the both of us," he says. "...If that wasn't obvious already. The rooms here are blessed by Frey, and they change to whatever suits their occupants the most. And so I thought you could go in first, and we'd spend the night however you most want to."
Whether that's at a tea party in the clouds or fucking against the side of a tree in the Greatwood, Ronin has no expectations other than to give Remi all he desires.
Stopping just before the twinkling lights of the House of Midnight - made all the more picturesque (or suggestive, depending on your worldview) at Longnight, Ronin holds his hand out in a ta daaaa sort of gesture.
"I booked a room for the both of us," he says. "...If that wasn't obvious already. The rooms here are blessed by Frey, and they change to whatever suits their occupants the most. And so I thought you could go in first, and we'd spend the night however you most want to."
Whether that's at a tea party in the clouds or fucking against the side of a tree in the Greatwood, Ronin has no expectations other than to give Remi all he desires.
show me your darkness.
