RONIN
the darkstar
”Three?” Ronin echoes, injecting levity and brightness into his voice and beaming at the infant as Mateo is passed into his arms. Even with a crown of bloodied antlers, whilst Remi might not be one to baby their son, that just means that the Star can lay it on twice as thick. He coos over Mateo, rocking him gently in his arms and flicking his eyes up at Remi with a knowing smile. Yes, he’s well aware of their curious pairing of instincts, and especially right now, he can practically see the predator within Remi start to salivate.
”Well, if you’re hungry I suppose we could go inside and make some breakfast,” he suggests, directing the question to both alchemist and babe, and the flailing of Mateo’s tiny hands suggests that he might be onto a winner there. ”Maybe we could even have it out here in the open? I say it’s other Daddy’s turn this morning.”
”Well, if you’re hungry I suppose we could go inside and make some breakfast,” he suggests, directing the question to both alchemist and babe, and the flailing of Mateo’s tiny hands suggests that he might be onto a winner there. ”Maybe we could even have it out here in the open? I say it’s other Daddy’s turn this morning.”
