RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Nnnyos," is Ronin's elegant response to did you cook it first, the Star's sheepish smile probably saying more than his non-answer did. "I could taste the lavender. And the lemons." He smiles, especially at Mateo's call that he can 'taste the chocolate' in the current rendition of the cake. Luckily their son is as independent as they come, and both Star and Lullaby are left to their reunion.
Which is just fine by Ronin, his arms folding around Remi to hold him close, able to hear the hammer of their heartbeats, the rush of breath as he tries to get his words out. "Okay," he whispers back to his husband, kissing his messy curls and letting his hands map the planes of his shoulders and his back. They're beyond Ronin lying and telling him things like there's nothing to forgive, so he merely holds him close, as he should have done the first time.
"As long as you stay, we'll figure it out," he mumbles. "We can talk it over and make it make sense for us. Just stay, though."
Which is just fine by Ronin, his arms folding around Remi to hold him close, able to hear the hammer of their heartbeats, the rush of breath as he tries to get his words out. "Okay," he whispers back to his husband, kissing his messy curls and letting his hands map the planes of his shoulders and his back. They're beyond Ronin lying and telling him things like there's nothing to forgive, so he merely holds him close, as he should have done the first time.
"As long as you stay, we'll figure it out," he mumbles. "We can talk it over and make it make sense for us. Just stay, though."
show me your darkness.
