RONIN
the dark star
"You didn't miss it. Not really," Ronin smiles, remaining quiet for a couple moments longer after he settles Mateo, as if letting every detail spark to life. There are even additional touches too; flowers from their wedding, glowing stars stuck to the ceiling that spell out their initials, swimming trunks spangled with dragons and stars, and all the rest. He's wrinkling his nose as well, though, at the idea of another delirious go round, but perhaps if he's unwell, Remi will be able to come to Stormbreak to take care of him.
Flopping dramatically back on the bunk, a hand flung across his forehead, Ronin exhales. "Remi, I am so sick," he moans, but the grin is a giveaway. As is the way he instantly perks up at the prospect of being thrown a grape, head tilting back. "Ahhhhh," he half sings to his husband, fully expecting to be hit in the face.
Flopping dramatically back on the bunk, a hand flung across his forehead, Ronin exhales. "Remi, I am so sick," he moans, but the grin is a giveaway. As is the way he instantly perks up at the prospect of being thrown a grape, head tilting back. "Ahhhhh," he half sings to his husband, fully expecting to be hit in the face.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
