the baffled king composing hallelujah
”You know when we were talking about you working with animals?” Ronin sounds groggy, having been enjoying quite the delicious nap when the sound of his husband attacking the house interrupted him. ”I think I take it back. What the fuck are you doing, sir?” The Star hides a wide yawn behind his hand, stepping barefoot out onto the muddy ground (and regretting it instantly). He’s in a pair of low slung sweatpants and nothing else, the garment sitting low on his hips. Is he wearing underwear? Pull ‘em down, find out.
Squinting up to where there are chicken noises and a bunch of rocks being lobbed, Ronin itches at the stubble on his chin and gazes questioningly at his husband, like he’s about to come up with a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this. ”You look so upset,” he remarks quietly, unable to stop the smile from flickering across his lips.
Squinting up to where there are chicken noises and a bunch of rocks being lobbed, Ronin itches at the stubble on his chin and gazes questioningly at his husband, like he’s about to come up with a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this. ”You look so upset,” he remarks quietly, unable to stop the smile from flickering across his lips.
