RONIN
It’s not a cRaFt rOoM - it’s a studio, and Remi will find more than just canvases and glitter lying around up there. Old paintings hide behind easels, and various half finished sketches hang out of books tucked untidily onto shelves. Paints, brushes, chalks, charcoals - it’s everywhere - and it’s almost a test, sending Remi up there. Is he going to come down looking like the room has spit him out? (Answer - obviously).
”I am helping!” Ronin calls back, sounding like his mouth is full. He’s helping with something, but it’s not what Remi’s asked for. Still, he does start padding up the stairs, a wine glass in hand, not in his underwear but absolutely absent of a shirt, grinning to his husband. ”Why Remi, you’re so sparkly,” he breathes, fluttering his eyelashes and leaning in to kiss his cheek. ”Okay, what’d you need help with?”
”I am helping!” Ronin calls back, sounding like his mouth is full. He’s helping with something, but it’s not what Remi’s asked for. Still, he does start padding up the stairs, a wine glass in hand, not in his underwear but absolutely absent of a shirt, grinning to his husband. ”Why Remi, you’re so sparkly,” he breathes, fluttering his eyelashes and leaning in to kiss his cheek. ”Okay, what’d you need help with?”
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
