RONIN
the darkstar
”I don’t think you have ever once come to hunt a monster with me, so enough of that.” Ronin grins, peeking an eye open, though he soon shuts it again so Remi can get to doing... whatever it is he’s going to do. And when he feels the scarf around his shoulders, he’s not sure what to think at first, blinking down at it and shooting his husband a puzzled sort of smile. His antlers are wrapped safely up, the Star accepting Mateo back into his waiting arms and leaning in to press a careful kiss to Remi’s cheek.
”You are always full of surprises,” he informs him, kissing him a second time before drawing back. ”So it’s like what you were able to do before, only... with memories?” It’s only a guess, of course, entirely based on the scent of spice and seabird on the scarf. ”How long does it last?”
”You are always full of surprises,” he informs him, kissing him a second time before drawing back. ”So it’s like what you were able to do before, only... with memories?” It’s only a guess, of course, entirely based on the scent of spice and seabird on the scarf. ”How long does it last?”
