there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Humming thoughtfully at Remi's point, Ronin spends a few moments on the finishing touches to his lantern before sitting back to let it dry. "I know what you mean," he says, "but I'd also feel... wrong? If we didn't bring a memento for the people we love who have left us. You know?" He sighs softly. "That being said, perhaps we opt not to bring anything to the festival this year. Give someone else a chance to feel the way we did."
Shifting to sit closer to his husband, he flashes him a cheeky smile and leans in to steal a quick kiss from his cheek, careful not to interrupt the careful work he's putting into his own lantern. "No perfectionism here," he promises. "I know better than to keep a good man waiting."
Letting his hand casually rest atop the Bastion's thigh, Ronin's laughter rings bright and self-deprecating across the deck. "Exactly that sort of man, yes," he says, before tilting a grin towards Remi. "And the sort of man who waited up for you at night to make sure you came home okay. The sort you were able to see even when you were blind."
Shifting to sit closer to his husband, he flashes him a cheeky smile and leans in to steal a quick kiss from his cheek, careful not to interrupt the careful work he's putting into his own lantern. "No perfectionism here," he promises. "I know better than to keep a good man waiting."
Letting his hand casually rest atop the Bastion's thigh, Ronin's laughter rings bright and self-deprecating across the deck. "Exactly that sort of man, yes," he says, before tilting a grin towards Remi. "And the sort of man who waited up for you at night to make sure you came home okay. The sort you were able to see even when you were blind."
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