RONIN
the dark star
"Hey, I can relate. I spotted someone with a glass of red wine the other day, and I had the weirdest urge to dunk a sandwich into it," Ronin murmurs warmly. He has no such traitorous thoughts from his mind, happy to drown in the illusion if it provides him with the comfort he so desperately craves. Smiling boyishly down at Remi as he pulls away, Ronin can only shrug. "I know, I know," he says, his expression easy to read. "I'm not suggesting forever. I know what we were told. It just feels a bit... unproductive, to put you in charge of something you've got no experience with?"
Good job, gods. "If I'm told no, then..." He shrugs. "I tried, right?" At least then he could stop hoping it might happen, painful as that would be. Still, Ronin is suitably distracted as he's reminded of the last time Remi put him through his paces, and he cackles and gives his husband a nudge. "I've got some ideas," he mumbles with a wink, before glancing past Remi with eyes that suddenly widen.
"Don't eat that," he tells Mateo, who has been about to stuff both flower and bug into his mouth, Ronin sweeping over to scoop him up and raise his eyebrows at Remi. "Have you been teaching him to eat bugs?"
Good job, gods. "If I'm told no, then..." He shrugs. "I tried, right?" At least then he could stop hoping it might happen, painful as that would be. Still, Ronin is suitably distracted as he's reminded of the last time Remi put him through his paces, and he cackles and gives his husband a nudge. "I've got some ideas," he mumbles with a wink, before glancing past Remi with eyes that suddenly widen.
"Don't eat that," he tells Mateo, who has been about to stuff both flower and bug into his mouth, Ronin sweeping over to scoop him up and raise his eyebrows at Remi. "Have you been teaching him to eat bugs?"
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
