RONIN
”No?” Ronin grins, tilting his head up at his husband and letting out a laugh as his little doodle becomes a lot filthier. ”What was your idea of bunting, then? Let me guess, it’s a bit more like this...” He’s sketching again, and this time what starts to take shape is a lot more realistic. With quick strokes of charcoal, Remi suddenly appears, his expression one that Ronin has mapped out exactly - one that his husband might recognise from their various bedroom escapades. ”How about now?” He raises his eyebrows.
He reaches out to let Remi top up his glass, grabbing a pair of scissors to cut the lengths of string for both flower crown and bunting. His gaze growing a bit more melancholy, he nods. ”I don’t think I will ever attend Fiat Lux again,” he murmurs. ”But yes. We can decorate her grave with these. She’d like that, I think.”
He reaches out to let Remi top up his glass, grabbing a pair of scissors to cut the lengths of string for both flower crown and bunting. His gaze growing a bit more melancholy, he nods. ”I don’t think I will ever attend Fiat Lux again,” he murmurs. ”But yes. We can decorate her grave with these. She’d like that, I think.”
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
