the dark star
"Oi!" Ronin chuckled, knowing their dance of words well enough to realise that this was the part where he good naturedly accepted his husband's taller stature. Besides, they had finger painting to do, and it was much more important than this. (Way to deflect, Ronin!)
It was true that, along with the rest of the lanter, Ronin regularly tried to paint Remi as well, but surely that was as par for the course now as it had been when Aoife had been alive? Soon enough the paper was filled with spectacular colours and handprints, and the hunter was smiling fondly as they began to put it all together.
"It's perfect," he murmured.
It was true that, along with the rest of the lanter, Ronin regularly tried to paint Remi as well, but surely that was as par for the course now as it had been when Aoife had been alive? Soon enough the paper was filled with spectacular colours and handprints, and the hunter was smiling fondly as they began to put it all together.
"It's perfect," he murmured.
a monster in my heart
a ghost inside my chest
a ghost inside my chest
RONIN
