you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
Humming a sound that's as close to a purr as it can be without having a big cat's bone in his body, Ronin leans into the touch to his hair, while beneath them his duplicate airs out a checkered blanket and begins to set up their picnic. "Well," he echoes, smiling softly and falling quiet again to hear him out. He can't help but enjoy the hazy way his husband becomes for having basked in Mort's presence. They might live in peace now, but this is peace plus one, if such a thing exists.
"That's the main thing," he says of Enzo, reaching up to stroke his fingers along Remi's jawline. "Ill-fitting puzzle pieces or not, you were able to see him and say goodbye. I think he would have enjoyed your misfit selves." But what his husband has to say about Mateo and Flora, of all people, has his eyebrows lifting in surprise.
"Really? I would have thought their personalities would have fit together quite well," he remarks.
"That's the main thing," he says of Enzo, reaching up to stroke his fingers along Remi's jawline. "Ill-fitting puzzle pieces or not, you were able to see him and say goodbye. I think he would have enjoyed your misfit selves." But what his husband has to say about Mateo and Flora, of all people, has his eyebrows lifting in surprise.
"Really? I would have thought their personalities would have fit together quite well," he remarks.
The huntsman
