even my darkness shines for you
"I do love all of you," Ronin protests, his gaze snapping back up at Remi's complaint. "And that includes the tentacles. I just don't like them very much, especially when they are sucking at the back of my knees." He'd crinkle his nose for good measure if Remi hadn't just told him that he shouldn't be moving, instead focusing on nothing in particular. (A very difficult task when his husband makes dishevelled artist look hot as fuck).
He's about to try and explain what he means when Remi beats him to it, the Huntsman swallowing a sudden lump in his throat and trying to ignore the way his cheeks suddenly feel like they're on fire. "No one has ever painted me before," he admits with a small roll of his shoulders. "Not that I remember, anyway. It feels like something we ought to do on a date." An early morning date, of course, is not something Ronin will say no to.
He's about to try and explain what he means when Remi beats him to it, the Huntsman swallowing a sudden lump in his throat and trying to ignore the way his cheeks suddenly feel like they're on fire. "No one has ever painted me before," he admits with a small roll of his shoulders. "Not that I remember, anyway. It feels like something we ought to do on a date." An early morning date, of course, is not something Ronin will say no to.
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