hard rain

"Ronin, you are dreaming." Remi said with an amused groan, running the tip of his toe ticklishly up the bottom of Ronin's foot. As the guildmaster flailed, Remi's eyes opened with a playful glare trying to wrestle his friend back (despite being quite content to be cuddled). Which is of course when he saw the version of Ronin donned in stardust and shadows. "Ronin, wh—" He breathed, muscles tensing as he sat up abruptly in bed, pale eyes wide but suddenly quite awake as he stared at the Ronin stood at the edge of the bed. "What have you done now?" He asked nudging the warm (and apparently still quite real) body in bed with him. remi Don't pretend it's such a mystery Think about the place where you first met me