RONIN
the darkstar
"That doesn't sound particularly smart. But it also sounds exactly like the sort of thing that you would do." Ronin smiles sweetly to his husband, his fingers slipping up and into wind-tossed curls now. His focus turns to the scorches on Remi's palms at the suggestion that he kiss it better, and the Star relaxes back into the couch again. "It would be my pleasure - though I will give you real kisses after I've healed you," he murmurs.
His hand drifts absently to his forearm, stroking across the Virgo constellation there to engage it. The tattoo manifests into golden light that circles Ronin's wrists, and the constellation blooms to life as a delicate celestial figure. She bends to see to Remi's hands, pressing kisses to his palms to heal away the burns, and fades just as soon as she appears with the work done. "Mm, there you go. Now come here and love me."
His hand drifts absently to his forearm, stroking across the Virgo constellation there to engage it. The tattoo manifests into golden light that circles Ronin's wrists, and the constellation blooms to life as a delicate celestial figure. She bends to see to Remi's hands, pressing kisses to his palms to heal away the burns, and fades just as soon as she appears with the work done. "Mm, there you go. Now come here and love me."
