this is me trying

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "Mm... I don't think that's what this is. I might still feel guilty, but I don't think that's why I'm okay with it. I'm not forcing myself to be alright about all of this." Ronin can only shrug his shoulders, a grin spreading across his face to feel the flush of embarrassment from his husband. He can feel his cheeks heating up as well, the Star, relaxing into the feeling of fingers kneading into muscles that are nearly always sore, somehow. He absolutely wants to tease Remi more with thoughts and images about he and Isla and the Lullaby all rolled up together, but his kiss has been chaste for a reason, and instead he merely coaxes his thoughts into something a bit more pure. Not much, but a bit. "And that coffee," he agrees, all but purring out the words, and silently his projection gets up from the bed as if it was there all along, moving to feed the two of them their well deserved hot drinks. ~ FIN