the baffled king composing hallelujah
Ronin smiles, settling on the cloud and making sure to nuzzle obnoxiously against his husband as they rise up to the leave, lavishing him with gentle kisses - one for each rock the fucker threw at the house while he was sleeping. He raises his eyebrows as he watches Remi slip onto the roof before slipping out of his body, giving him a look of what, don’t trust me without your body?
Still, probably for the best, because the adorably vacant expression on Ronin’s face in response to the extravagant hand signals tells that he only really understands gun. And he doesn’t even know what one is, really.
Hoping that his husband has indeed slipped himself in the body of the hel and that Ronin isn’t going to shoot him by accident, Ronin watches the gutter closely. Once he’s sure he has the snake in sight, a starbolt appears in the air beside him. He shoots it like a well-placed dart. And hey, it hits! Takes half the gutter off with it, but... what does he look like, a demigod?
Still, probably for the best, because the adorably vacant expression on Ronin’s face in response to the extravagant hand signals tells that he only really understands gun. And he doesn’t even know what one is, really.
Hoping that his husband has indeed slipped himself in the body of the hel and that Ronin isn’t going to shoot him by accident, Ronin watches the gutter closely. Once he’s sure he has the snake in sight, a starbolt appears in the air beside him. He shoots it like a well-placed dart. And hey, it hits! Takes half the gutter off with it, but... what does he look like, a demigod?
