RONIN
”Oh do forgive me - I forgot I was in the presence of such genius,” Ronin drawls, though the smile on his face betrays his true feelings. Whilst his husband gets to work on his magically impressive crowns, Ronin deals with the more mundane task of the bunting. With all of his triangles meticulously cut out, he takes each one to decorate it. Doodles of the two of them appear on each one, and occasionally Sugar or Isla - gifts for their daughter, so she won’t forget them.
That done, he begins to paint them in careful, pastel colours - about the time that Remi is done with the crown. Glancing sidelong at the Alchemist, his eyes catch on the vibrance of the blooms, of their significance - because of course he remembers. The flowers coupled with the glitter on his husband’s eyelashes, the spill of sparkles on his shirt; it has Ronin smiling stupidly with affection.
”You’re adorable. And it’s beautiful,” he tells him.
That done, he begins to paint them in careful, pastel colours - about the time that Remi is done with the crown. Glancing sidelong at the Alchemist, his eyes catch on the vibrance of the blooms, of their significance - because of course he remembers. The flowers coupled with the glitter on his husband’s eyelashes, the spill of sparkles on his shirt; it has Ronin smiling stupidly with affection.
”You’re adorable. And it’s beautiful,” he tells him.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
