Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
Who knows, indeed? Ronin raises an eyebrow at the plate of bread that flickers in and out of existence in his husband's fingers, the Star smiling at the barely recalled memory. "I bet you could conjure up the knife from that fellow who stabbed me," he drawls, leaning across to press a kiss against Remi's temple, leading them down towards the long stretch of beach against Haulani. "Not that I'd like you to - I'm more interested in making new memories with you tonight. That way you can conjure them up over and over again."
Down they go, picking their way around pebbles and sand trails, until before them the beach sprawls out, dotted with tiny bonfires from others having parties or meals or merely sitting and enjoying themselves. One such bonfire is tucked back away from the others; there's a nimbus there, too, floating low enough to the ground for them to sit on it. And within the firepit comes the smell of barbecuing meat. "I thought it would be nice to to have each other to ourselves, before we go into town," Ronin explains.
Down they go, picking their way around pebbles and sand trails, until before them the beach sprawls out, dotted with tiny bonfires from others having parties or meals or merely sitting and enjoying themselves. One such bonfire is tucked back away from the others; there's a nimbus there, too, floating low enough to the ground for them to sit on it. And within the firepit comes the smell of barbecuing meat. "I thought it would be nice to to have each other to ourselves, before we go into town," Ronin explains.
