everything has its wonders
Remi's words and the smile that echoes in them is everything to Ronin, the Star bonelessly wrapping around his husband, relishing every kiss, every tender caress, the way his arms wind so securely around him. "You're right," he mumbles. "Those things are much worse. But I'm still not sorry for them," he says, a crooked grin colouring his remark. Turning his head, he nibbles at the Lullaby's earlobe and huffs out a suddenly content sigh, as if he has finally gotten things off his chest.
There's more though, of course - there always is. But that isn't exactly what's on Ronin's mind right now, and he's too busy flinging himself into feeling better to bring up anything else just now. The kisses he lavishes against Remi's neck are completely at odds with the man brooding at the window just a few minutes ago, his fingers drawing absent patterns against the other man's back. "As soon as we're packed," he echoes, peeling his eyes open again at last to peek up at Remi, his face still mostly hidden in his curls.
"Just shove the clothes in the bags," he mumbles. "I'll sort them out when they're in the wagon."
There's more though, of course - there always is. But that isn't exactly what's on Ronin's mind right now, and he's too busy flinging himself into feeling better to bring up anything else just now. The kisses he lavishes against Remi's neck are completely at odds with the man brooding at the window just a few minutes ago, his fingers drawing absent patterns against the other man's back. "As soon as we're packed," he echoes, peeling his eyes open again at last to peek up at Remi, his face still mostly hidden in his curls.
"Just shove the clothes in the bags," he mumbles. "I'll sort them out when they're in the wagon."
even darkness and silence
