even my darkness shines for you
Aware only of the man at his back and the hands upon his skin, it's of perhaps little surprise that Ronin is only able to keep his projection in place for a matter of seconds after Remi finds his release; the flood of fresh ecstasy through the Attuned bond is apparently one step too far for nerves already rubbed raw by sensation. Still, as astral!Ronin is dismissed, at least the real thing is able to take a few deep and all too necessary breaths, his head tilting back to loll against the Bastion's curls for a second of silence and bliss.
And even when he does speak, it's not using his voice, Ronin sagging against his husband and huffing out a laugh that sounds almost disbelieving. I feel as though we ought to save that for special occasions, otherwise I'm going to have a hard time getting anything done. And that's putting it mildly; as overwhelming as it had been, Ronin can already feel the itch of a repeat performance in his bones, and gods he can only imagine what they might get up to with more space.
And even when he does speak, it's not using his voice, Ronin sagging against his husband and huffing out a laugh that sounds almost disbelieving. I feel as though we ought to save that for special occasions, otherwise I'm going to have a hard time getting anything done. And that's putting it mildly; as overwhelming as it had been, Ronin can already feel the itch of a repeat performance in his bones, and gods he can only imagine what they might get up to with more space.
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