RONIN
the darkstar
”Ah, I see,” Ronin says quietly, offering a gentle smile to his husband and carefully surrendering Mateo to his arms (for the comfort of it as much as anything else). ”You’re right, though. We do only seem to remember the things we’ve lost.” It doesn’t take long for him to devour his burrito, so while Remi feeds their son, he happily takes over in feeding his husband. ”This isn’t my first rodeo,” he murmurs, chuckling at Mateo’s appetite.
”I know where he gets that from, at least,” he says with a grin, his free hand smoothing across the infant’s silk-soft curls. ”So, did you decide when you wanted to head for the Greatwood? Imagine this little one, starting to sit up and grab at all the leaves during LeafChange.”
”I know where he gets that from, at least,” he says with a grin, his free hand smoothing across the infant’s silk-soft curls. ”So, did you decide when you wanted to head for the Greatwood? Imagine this little one, starting to sit up and grab at all the leaves during LeafChange.”
