RONIN
the dark star
The feet that pad across the wooden docks are soft, because their owner has removed his shoes before stepping onto them in preparation to feel the breeze between his toes. Said shoes will appear in Remi's line of sight first, set down onto the edge of the dock, before Ronin follows. His feet swing a bit as he gets comfortable, wordlessly offering out a pastry filled with sweet jam to his husband.
"I got too impatient for soon," he explains, hiding a wide yawn behind his hand before taking an obnoxously large bite out of his own pastry. One look at Ronin will find him not long out of bed, his dark hair further ruffled by the breeze, his blue eyes still sleepy; soon apparently needed to be immediately.
"Figured out how many crew you'll need?" he asks once he's devoured that first bite, absently brushing crumbs from a shirt that's buttoned wrong.
"I got too impatient for soon," he explains, hiding a wide yawn behind his hand before taking an obnoxously large bite out of his own pastry. One look at Ronin will find him not long out of bed, his dark hair further ruffled by the breeze, his blue eyes still sleepy; soon apparently needed to be immediately.
"Figured out how many crew you'll need?" he asks once he's devoured that first bite, absently brushing crumbs from a shirt that's buttoned wrong.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
