I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Ronin's lips part to argue, before he realises his husband has made a very valid point indeed, and he softens, cheeks colouring pink. "You're right," he murmurs, leaning in to let his lips brush across Remi's cheek; half apology, half gratitude for bringing it up. "Fuck that guy," he adds, squeezing his hand gently. Then Ronin lets it go - which, in fairness, he has no choice about, because the look on Remi's face is enough to steal his breath and have him grinning as well.
As broody as the Lullaby can get; as much as he might stand for death and shadows and all that is still and silent in the world at the dead of night, no one shows joy like Remi. Utterly charmed by the idea and the man who has come up with it, Ronin reaches out to stroke a finger along the cover of the book. "Gods, I love you," he whispers, the blush remaining on his cheeks for completely different reasons.
"I think it's a great idea. Do you know where you'll want to keep the project while it's in progress? We could ask around the Skyport to see if there's space for you to build."
As broody as the Lullaby can get; as much as he might stand for death and shadows and all that is still and silent in the world at the dead of night, no one shows joy like Remi. Utterly charmed by the idea and the man who has come up with it, Ronin reaches out to stroke a finger along the cover of the book. "Gods, I love you," he whispers, the blush remaining on his cheeks for completely different reasons.
"I think it's a great idea. Do you know where you'll want to keep the project while it's in progress? We could ask around the Skyport to see if there's space for you to build."
RONIN
