RONIN
the dark star
"You should. I would never insult you - you're my husband and I love you," Ronin informs his husband proudly, though he does let out a rather colourful curse as the pitch of the boat suddenly sends Remi lurching into him. It melts, soon enough, into boyish laughter, the Star's arms working around the Lullaby so he can nestle him close as he's half draped across him. "I would like that," he agrees with a sweetness that probably isn't all that surprising.
Head turning, Ronin playfully tries to catch Remi's lips in another kiss, though he more accurately gets the bridge of his nose, not that it matters. He doesn't care if it's a dream any more, he decides. His whole world is green eyes and messy curls and crooked smiles, and that's all Remi, no matter where they are in the world. "Goodnight," he tells the other man with a softer smile, conjuring a blanket to draw over them.
Head turning, Ronin playfully tries to catch Remi's lips in another kiss, though he more accurately gets the bridge of his nose, not that it matters. He doesn't care if it's a dream any more, he decides. His whole world is green eyes and messy curls and crooked smiles, and that's all Remi, no matter where they are in the world. "Goodnight," he tells the other man with a softer smile, conjuring a blanket to draw over them.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
