the wounds are open and bleeding out
What a wonderful world they must live in, for Ronin to be able to drink himself to sleep and then be able to continue drinking as he dreamed. He appears in an off-white shirt rolled to the elbows and an unbuttoned waistcoat, his feet bare and a sketchbook tucked under one of his arms. Strolling up towards where his husband waits, the strange mish-mash of forest and sand doens't seem to bother him at all. In fact, he only has eyes for the alchemist, moving to slouch down and sit, leaning in to steal a long and lusty kiss from Remi's lips.
"I love you," he mumbles into the kiss, sitting back to gaze at the other man with something close to reverence. A smile spreads across his face, Ronin sighing and reaching out to cup his hands around Remi's (and one of the cups), lifting them up so he can kiss his knuckles this time, and admire the luxere and manticore pattern work. "This is perfect," he observes, and he's absolutely not talking about the cups.
"I love you," he mumbles into the kiss, sitting back to gaze at the other man with something close to reverence. A smile spreads across his face, Ronin sighing and reaching out to cup his hands around Remi's (and one of the cups), lifting them up so he can kiss his knuckles this time, and admire the luxere and manticore pattern work. "This is perfect," he observes, and he's absolutely not talking about the cups.
THE
DARK STAR
