we live in a world someone else imagined
"I couldn't sleep. I was waiting for you. Also, Mateo needed feeding." Ronin shrugs his shoulders, though the number of excuses suggests that really the huntsman was just waiting for his husband to get home. He'd have to be blind and deaf not to notice the way Remi reacts to him, but really the Star is only interested in the man before him. Once the alchemist's curls are free of braids and tangles, he looks him over carefully, as if to make sure Ludo hasn't left any marks on him.
A quiet chuckle leaves his lips to hear Remi's ideas for their communication methods, Ronin nodding as if really considering the hawk/luxere lightshow. "It certainly seems like our style," he remarks, meandering over to the campfire and sinking down onto the logs, reaching out to wind an arm around Remi as if to subconsciously keep him close. The real explanation is a bit more doable, and at the other man's reasoning, the Star can only nod.
"Mm. We can deal with letters," he agrees, burying his nose against Remi's curls and closing his eyes. "As long as they can reach us, we can choose when to respond. Thanks for going to see Ludo about it." He kisses his hair.
A quiet chuckle leaves his lips to hear Remi's ideas for their communication methods, Ronin nodding as if really considering the hawk/luxere lightshow. "It certainly seems like our style," he remarks, meandering over to the campfire and sinking down onto the logs, reaching out to wind an arm around Remi as if to subconsciously keep him close. The real explanation is a bit more doable, and at the other man's reasoning, the Star can only nod.
"Mm. We can deal with letters," he agrees, burying his nose against Remi's curls and closing his eyes. "As long as they can reach us, we can choose when to respond. Thanks for going to see Ludo about it." He kisses his hair.
the dark star
