RONIN
the darkstar
Bright blue meets seaglass green, and in the steam and mist that rolls from the craggy walls of the cathedral, the men might seem as though they've just stepped out of some dramatic Renaissance painting. "I know," he replies to Remi, his response just as sincere as the question. "Just for you, though. No one else gets my best, only you." Holding the other man easily against his chest as he leans back, Ronin grins wickedly into the mess of damp curls snug against his shoulder.
"Never? Good thing you have me to help you," he murmurs, helping to steer the other man forward and around the stalagmite so they might find the old gods shrine and leave their offering. "I love you," he murmurs suddenly, as if it has just occurred to him again in this moment just how much it's true, and the bubble of his emotions only amplify the words.
"Never? Good thing you have me to help you," he murmurs, helping to steer the other man forward and around the stalagmite so they might find the old gods shrine and leave their offering. "I love you," he murmurs suddenly, as if it has just occurred to him again in this moment just how much it's true, and the bubble of his emotions only amplify the words.
