the things we hold are always the first to go
”Then I’ll wait for you to ask,” Ronin grins in return, sneaking up to kiss Remi’s nose just before he shifts onto his back. Now it’s the Star’s turn to drape a leg across his husband (and an arm, as well as nuzzling his face along Remi’s cheek and into the crook of his neck), sighing contently into the contact. Scoffing quietly at his response, Ronin raises an eyebrow.
”I didn’t realise you were meant to sound pleased about that,” he remarks, before his expression softens and he hums a note of curiosity as he considers what Ludo might be after.
”It does seem a bit backwards,” he murmurs. ”Though... it said it couldn’t be for people you already care about, like Aoife, or me... maybe it’s trying to tell you that you need to open up to making those kinds of connections with people again.” Honestly, Ronin doesn’t know. Gods are... gods, after all.
”I didn’t realise you were meant to sound pleased about that,” he remarks, before his expression softens and he hums a note of curiosity as he considers what Ludo might be after.
”It does seem a bit backwards,” he murmurs. ”Though... it said it couldn’t be for people you already care about, like Aoife, or me... maybe it’s trying to tell you that you need to open up to making those kinds of connections with people again.” Honestly, Ronin doesn’t know. Gods are... gods, after all.
