this is us

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Ronin has decided to patrol the shores with Remi this afternoon, when the monsoons give pause for a little while. Sometimes their best efforts still cause barriers to breach, or the sucking tides beach unfortunate critters on the shore, so these walks are necessary, making sure everything is all okay. It’s also an excuse, of course, for the Star to spend time with his husband outside the house, and it feels like they haven’t had nearly enough of that lately. Still, before they can get to work in earnest, he’s ushered Remi to one of the driftwood logs that scatter the shore, sitting him down. Close your eyes, he’d told him, kneeling down in the wet sand to take his hands, pressing kisses to the back of his palms. Remi will feel his mischief, his boyish excitement, even before Ronin does anything. Slowly, he slips the Alchemist’s fingers into soft, black leather, perfectly crafted and thin enough not to interfere with his day to day tasks. ”There,” he announces, nudging his husband so he can open his eyes again. There’s a tiny set of antlers embroidered in silver along the left glove, and an equally as delicate set of wings on the other. ”Better than elbow length, you think?”