RONIN
Ronin shakes his head dumbly, glancing again around the room as if trying to figure out where they really are. Like Remi, his gaze soon snaps back to the other man, drinking him in with his eyes, trying to mark anything new or different or obviously other. And it's all new, he finds - able to shield their worst parts with the dream, all the things they haven't wanted to show each other are now on show with nothing to hide it.
"No, I have one flower left," he mumbles, inhaling sharply at the touch of fingers against his cheek. Ronin leans into the feeling, drowning in it; even such a simple act of affection is enough to stir heat in his belly at this point. Sure, sex has been a way for him to cope - of that there is no doubt - but it's never Remi. It's a high he's always chasing, but now it's here in front of him. "Gods, I hope you are. I don't know what I'll do if this isn't real," he says, though there's still hesitance in his voice.
"If it's not, I think maybe I've finally cracked." His eyes close, so he can better enjoy the sensation of his husband.
"No, I have one flower left," he mumbles, inhaling sharply at the touch of fingers against his cheek. Ronin leans into the feeling, drowning in it; even such a simple act of affection is enough to stir heat in his belly at this point. Sure, sex has been a way for him to cope - of that there is no doubt - but it's never Remi. It's a high he's always chasing, but now it's here in front of him. "Gods, I hope you are. I don't know what I'll do if this isn't real," he says, though there's still hesitance in his voice.
"If it's not, I think maybe I've finally cracked." His eyes close, so he can better enjoy the sensation of his husband.
don't close your eyes
something beautiful is still alive
something beautiful is still alive
