RONIN
Remi’s silence doesn’t help, and Ronin finds himself subconsciously worried that he hasn’t done his husband justice in his work, that Remi doesn’t see anything in the sketches other than a misrepresentation of something that is so much more. So when the Alchemist surges forward, pressing their foreheads together, Ronin can’t do much other than smile, setting down the scissors to reach up and caress the back of the Alchemist’s hand.
Then, obviously, a hel decides to interrupt them in quite a spectacular fashion. ”If you’ll excuse me a moment,” he murmurs to his husband, kissing the corner of his mouth before rising to his feet to head into the living room. His gentle tone turns to frustrated cursing fuelled by the wine in his system, the Star corralling the stupid hel back around towards the open window.
His frustration means he shoots off a starbolt or two in an attempt to get the thing to MOVE - both go out of the window, luckily, rather than setting the house aflame - and the bird flaps its way to freedom with about as much of a fuss a Ronin can expect. ”You’re lucky you’re too scrawny to eat!” Ronin yells after it.
Then, obviously, a hel decides to interrupt them in quite a spectacular fashion. ”If you’ll excuse me a moment,” he murmurs to his husband, kissing the corner of his mouth before rising to his feet to head into the living room. His gentle tone turns to frustrated cursing fuelled by the wine in his system, the Star corralling the stupid hel back around towards the open window.
His frustration means he shoots off a starbolt or two in an attempt to get the thing to MOVE - both go out of the window, luckily, rather than setting the house aflame - and the bird flaps its way to freedom with about as much of a fuss a Ronin can expect. ”You’re lucky you’re too scrawny to eat!” Ronin yells after it.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
