we live in a world someone else imagined
Ronin raises his eyebrows at his husband as if to playfully scold him for his filthy mind, though of course he can't, because he adores him. So instead he just uses the puppet to bother him some more, mussing his curls and booping him on the forehead. Still, he can't help but titter to see the alchemist snapping his teeth at the felt doll, and the Ludo puppet dances away to take pride of place on one of the coat hooks, where it can watch them when they sleep or something equally as disturbing.
"Oh I am terribly sorry - I haven't had much actual experience in being wrapped in death blankets. Would you like to show me where I am going wrong?" Ronin beckons to the materials. "The crafting station is yours, oh mighty alchemist. Do your very worst. Or best. Or... just make a fucking doll, Remi." He scoffs.
"Oh I am terribly sorry - I haven't had much actual experience in being wrapped in death blankets. Would you like to show me where I am going wrong?" Ronin beckons to the materials. "The crafting station is yours, oh mighty alchemist. Do your very worst. Or best. Or... just make a fucking doll, Remi." He scoffs.
the dark star
