we live in a world someone else imagined
"Me neither..." Ronin's gaze has softened a bit, and he has padded up to stand behind his husband's chair now, hands gently clasping his shoulders. "During Longnight as well, and just a child. I wonder why no one gave it a place to stay." He sighs, leaning in to kiss the crown of Remi's head, before drawing away again to crawl back into bed. He pats the space next to him, inviting the alchemist (and the weird Ludo creation, he supposes) in with him.
"Come on. It's only just LeafChange. If you're going to be thinking such cold thoughts, at least come where I can warm you up," he suggests with a gentle smile. "I've got more than enough warmth for the two of us and any weird spooky kids you want to bring along." And if that isn't a testament to their relationship, Ronin doesn't know what is.
"Come on. It's only just LeafChange. If you're going to be thinking such cold thoughts, at least come where I can warm you up," he suggests with a gentle smile. "I've got more than enough warmth for the two of us and any weird spooky kids you want to bring along." And if that isn't a testament to their relationship, Ronin doesn't know what is.
the dark star
