gratuitous violence; unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking
The distance is like the first breath of air after being held underwater for too long, Ronin nodding over his shoulder as Flora and Kai depart for greener pastures, leaving him with the coaxing warmth of his husband. Still, he’s not sure whether it’s because he’s usually the one doing the soothing and persuading, but something about it feels vaguely performative from Remi, jarring and unfamiliar.
”I’m not the one who was meant to make a good impression,” he points out, turning the heat down on a meal that’s two steps away from being ruined by over stirring and forcing himself to leave it be to wind an arm around Remi’s waist. ”Sorry. I think part of me was waiting for it to turn out like the last dinner we hosted with one of Flora’s boyfriends.” So basically a powder keg where they’re all holding matches and daring each other to toss them.
”I’m not the one who was meant to make a good impression,” he points out, turning the heat down on a meal that’s two steps away from being ruined by over stirring and forcing himself to leave it be to wind an arm around Remi’s waist. ”Sorry. I think part of me was waiting for it to turn out like the last dinner we hosted with one of Flora’s boyfriends.” So basically a powder keg where they’re all holding matches and daring each other to toss them.
RONIN
