the baffled king composing hallelujah
Okay, he probably owes Remi more than a few smooches now. But listen. Listen, okay? He hit things, didn’t he? That was what the bottle-butterfly-gun technique was all about. He... he thinks. Whatever. ”Remi!” The Star bleats back, already making chase on his nimbus as the other man starts his pursuit in shift. It’s a bit cold to be flying around with no shirt on and muddy feet, but sometimes you do what you have to do in the name of love.
Which is how Ronin ends up standing atop his cloud, looking every inch the Dark Star as a halo of starbolts crown his form, zoning in on the stupid hel and the hopefully not his husband. ”Yeah, yeah, I got it,” he grumbles to Remi, eyes narrowing to unleash all of the bolts in pursuit of a wedding ring he’s already scoured a beach for.
Which is how Ronin ends up standing atop his cloud, looking every inch the Dark Star as a halo of starbolts crown his form, zoning in on the stupid hel and the hopefully not his husband. ”Yeah, yeah, I got it,” he grumbles to Remi, eyes narrowing to unleash all of the bolts in pursuit of a wedding ring he’s already scoured a beach for.
