the baffled king composing hallelujah
Suddenly it felt like their easy camaraderie had been dampened; Ronin was used to riding the crests and falls of his ongoing grief (a process made infinitely easier with the love he held for Remi), but before he could pull himself out of it, a familiar expression of pain flashed across his lover's face. "What's wrong?" he asked softly, his grip around Remi growing slack as he searched his expression for answers.
A soft smile touched to his face at the idea of the telescope for Aoife, but that, regrettably, would have to wait. Ronin put down his glass of wine, clasping Remi's upper arms and raising his eyebrows, hoping they were close enough to be beyond excuses and playing down hurts.
A soft smile touched to his face at the idea of the telescope for Aoife, but that, regrettably, would have to wait. Ronin put down his glass of wine, clasping Remi's upper arms and raising his eyebrows, hoping they were close enough to be beyond excuses and playing down hurts.
