RONIN
the darkstar
Distracted as he is, Ronin only notices Remi and their son at the sound of his voice, the Star blinking and letting his pained expression melt into something warm and loving. Accepting the kiss to his cheek and reaching up to tickle Mateo under the chin, he grumbles something that’s not quite an acceptance of the compliment. Remi’s wings shade him from the morning sun, and he lets his shoulders relax now that he’s got the distraction of those he loves most around him.
”And what have you two been doing this morning?” he wants to know, trying not to reach up to rub at the shedding velvet. ”Down to the beach and back again? Our boy will know how to swim before he knows how to walk.” Ronin hauls himself up off the wagon steps so Remi can take Mateo in if he wants to.
”And what have you two been doing this morning?” he wants to know, trying not to reach up to rub at the shedding velvet. ”Down to the beach and back again? Our boy will know how to swim before he knows how to walk.” Ronin hauls himself up off the wagon steps so Remi can take Mateo in if he wants to.
