we live in a world someone else imagined
"It was not a platitude," Ronin half growls, though there is a grin on his face as he plucks at one of the buttons on Remi's shirt. "If you want my opinion, I think they've all been idiots. I'm annoyed at Sunjata for just fucking off and I imagine Safrin is seething about the whole thing." He huffs, rubbing at his chin and shifting with Remi's hips to get more comfortable (an impossible task, but whatever).
A smile curls across his face to hear his husband's native tongue, a shiver running up Ronin's spine. "Yeah, well... Bene... molto... lingua. Come bacio." He nods wisely, butchering the accent and loving every second of it.
He prefers not to think about the seasons of not bothering with personal grooming that it would take to be Remi's level of woodsy, instead peering up at the stars and grinning. "Oh, this was the last one," he says airily. "My Safrin-suit should be almost done. You mustn't ogle me in it though, I'm very shy."
A smile curls across his face to hear his husband's native tongue, a shiver running up Ronin's spine. "Yeah, well... Bene... molto... lingua. Come bacio." He nods wisely, butchering the accent and loving every second of it.
He prefers not to think about the seasons of not bothering with personal grooming that it would take to be Remi's level of woodsy, instead peering up at the stars and grinning. "Oh, this was the last one," he says airily. "My Safrin-suit should be almost done. You mustn't ogle me in it though, I'm very shy."
the dark star
