RONIN
the dark star
"...Yeah. That... yeah." Ronin almost purrs out the words as teeth run deliciously over his collarbones, the Star shivering and elbowing his husband playfully. It's situations like this that make him keen to be dumb and wrong all the time - which quite honestly explains a lot. "Oh yeah? Maybe I will," he says of their son and his tiny gnashers, tickling Mateo under the chin and spending a couple of moments simply enjoying him.
Then Remi ruins it by a) suggesting that their baby will just swallow bugs whole and b) that he has even less of an idea about what he's doing than previously thought. "...What?" All of a sudden the Greatwood bleeds away - around them is a room that's more accurately described as a bunk, with a desk, a chest for storage, a bed - small and basic amenities, put simply. The window is open, and beyond it lies the training grounds where Ronin spends his everyday lately.
"Pull up a chair," Ronin invites, nodding to the desk and setting Mateo down in a crib that has suddenly popped up in the corner of the room. "Did you ever visit the outpost, in Northaven? Beyond the Wall?" he asks. "That's a close approximation."
Then Remi ruins it by a) suggesting that their baby will just swallow bugs whole and b) that he has even less of an idea about what he's doing than previously thought. "...What?" All of a sudden the Greatwood bleeds away - around them is a room that's more accurately described as a bunk, with a desk, a chest for storage, a bed - small and basic amenities, put simply. The window is open, and beyond it lies the training grounds where Ronin spends his everyday lately.
"Pull up a chair," Ronin invites, nodding to the desk and setting Mateo down in a crib that has suddenly popped up in the corner of the room. "Did you ever visit the outpost, in Northaven? Beyond the Wall?" he asks. "That's a close approximation."
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
