the wounds are open and bleeding out
"Are you saying we're boring?" Ronin gasps dramatically, looking thoroughly horrified at that thought. Not on their lives would there be a dull moment. And luckily enough, here comes a magical flower to spice things up right at the opportune time. With a sigh that betrays the amount of love he feels for his husband, and the comfort he draws from his presence, Ronin reluctantly peels his arm from around Remi so he can focus on the bloom between his fingertips.
"A horny flower, mm?" He grins, his hips arching up to meet Remi's, and he settles back feeling more content than he has any right to as he begins to pluck away the petals, in a loves-me, loves-me-not sort of gesture. As he proceeds, however, Ronin's expression fades to something the Lullaby will likely recognise; silent brooding becomes blank, careful fury, and gods this would be much more difficult a couple of years before. But Ronin is a surprisingly deft hand at chewing and swallowing his anger.
Still, it doesn't stop the world around them from changing and warping; soon enough they sit in the bleak ruin of the Temple in the Grounds, the roof caved in, the shrine asunder. Outside, a soft rain patters. "It was a different sort of flower," Ronin mutters, a muscle feathering in his jaw.
"A horny flower, mm?" He grins, his hips arching up to meet Remi's, and he settles back feeling more content than he has any right to as he begins to pluck away the petals, in a loves-me, loves-me-not sort of gesture. As he proceeds, however, Ronin's expression fades to something the Lullaby will likely recognise; silent brooding becomes blank, careful fury, and gods this would be much more difficult a couple of years before. But Ronin is a surprisingly deft hand at chewing and swallowing his anger.
Still, it doesn't stop the world around them from changing and warping; soon enough they sit in the bleak ruin of the Temple in the Grounds, the roof caved in, the shrine asunder. Outside, a soft rain patters. "It was a different sort of flower," Ronin mutters, a muscle feathering in his jaw.
THE
DARK STAR
