RONIN
the darkstar
”Don’t you dare.” Ronin is grinning but there’s a note of panic in his voice to hear his husband sound so adorably confused - just as he had the day he’d gotten sick. Kissing Remi’s curls, his fingers slip around the other man’s hips so he can tug him closer, relishing the heat of his body in the (still pleasant) morning air. ”No need to apologise,” he assures him. ”This date will more than make up for it. Let’s call it our farewell to Torchline, yes?”
Glancing back at Mateo as well, the Star’s smile melts into something sweet enough to have light shining out of his form. ”Well,” he says, ”we’ve only just had breakfast. How does this evening sound? Gives you all day to prepare.”
Glancing back at Mateo as well, the Star’s smile melts into something sweet enough to have light shining out of his form. ”Well,” he says, ”we’ve only just had breakfast. How does this evening sound? Gives you all day to prepare.”
