we live in a world someone else imagined
"Ew, I don't want it back." Ronin cackles, drawing the blankets over them further and leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of his husband's nose. "Mm... day after tomorrow gives me enough time for at least two early morning jogs. And it gives you time to join me," he suggests, grinning like a fiend and collapsing back into the bed again. His eyes slip shut, the Star sighing contently. "Mateo will be safe with Ianto," he says, sounding remarkably certain about it. The fox has proven himself a surprisingly capable guardian when needed.
As for the Fae? Ronin merely shrugs his shoulders, as if he's neither here nor there about them coming along. He and Remi could take on whatever was necessary out in the storms - he's almost completely sure about that. "Land sharks, hm? Lucky for you, we know a very clever man who can ride on clouds. And a manticore."
As for the Fae? Ronin merely shrugs his shoulders, as if he's neither here nor there about them coming along. He and Remi could take on whatever was necessary out in the storms - he's almost completely sure about that. "Land sharks, hm? Lucky for you, we know a very clever man who can ride on clouds. And a manticore."
the dark star
