the baffled king composing hallelujah
However much Remi might have tried to school his expression, Ronin couldn't miss the way his husband's heart fluttered, and he felt something clench uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach. "Yeah, I suppose I did," he muttered. "I woke up from it, so I can't say for sure I didn't dream it. But gods and goddesses..." He scoffed and shook his head. They could invade one's mind on a whim. It could be a dream and not, all at the same time.
"Flattery, mostly," he confessed, shrugging his shoulders. "She wanted to be worshipped by me. Wanted to be wanted by me, loved by me. Above all others." His brow furrowed. He had never known the lady of stars to pull the sorts of tricks that Frey and Ludo were fond of - at least not to him - so the implications of what had happened in his subconscious (maybe) were unknown territory. "I'm sorry. I didn't go looking for it."
"Flattery, mostly," he confessed, shrugging his shoulders. "She wanted to be worshipped by me. Wanted to be wanted by me, loved by me. Above all others." His brow furrowed. He had never known the lady of stars to pull the sorts of tricks that Frey and Ludo were fond of - at least not to him - so the implications of what had happened in his subconscious (maybe) were unknown territory. "I'm sorry. I didn't go looking for it."
