RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
A laugh rumbles up through Ronin’s chest and throat, his eyes closing to better enjoy the sensation of kisses along his neck. He wraps his arms more tightly around the Lullaby, eventually unable to resist tilting up Remi’s chin to enjoy the sweetness of his lips instead. ”Okay, maybe not anything,” he agrees in a breathless whisper; too much of Remi sounds like the best sort of paradise, in his opinion, and the Star has to stop himself from getting too carried away.
Remi’s words help to sober and ground him, and Ronin presses his cheek against the alchemist’s crown of curls. ”I’m sorry,” he whispers. ”If it feels real for you, then that really must feel like forever...” Closing his eyes, he pulls in another chilly breath. ”It definitely doesn't make it any easier to leave you,” he mumbles. ”At least I’ll have you back soon. For now, though? In a place where we can have anything, what do you want to make?”
Remi’s words help to sober and ground him, and Ronin presses his cheek against the alchemist’s crown of curls. ”I’m sorry,” he whispers. ”If it feels real for you, then that really must feel like forever...” Closing his eyes, he pulls in another chilly breath. ”It definitely doesn't make it any easier to leave you,” he mumbles. ”At least I’ll have you back soon. For now, though? In a place where we can have anything, what do you want to make?”
show me your darkness.
