RONIN
He can’t help the smile on his face as Remi pulls him closer, the Star slipping his arms around his husband and stealing a quick kiss that will leave glitter on his lips. ”Anything for you.” And Ronin means it, if that isn’t obvious by the contents of the sketchbook; he will break rules and kill innocents for the man in his arms - hopefully nothing ever pushes him so far. Gazing down at the sketchbook for a small moment longer, he nods and sits back, giving Remi’s hand a squeeze.
”Two flower crowns, then. I think she will accept that price.” He smiles at the pencil rendition of their daughter, then turns back to his ridiculous triangles. ”Come on then,” he says, his voice roughened by grief but warmed by love, ”I’m doing all the work here. I want to see the most obnoxious flower crown you can make.”
”Two flower crowns, then. I think she will accept that price.” He smiles at the pencil rendition of their daughter, then turns back to his ridiculous triangles. ”Come on then,” he says, his voice roughened by grief but warmed by love, ”I’m doing all the work here. I want to see the most obnoxious flower crown you can make.”
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
