the wounds are open and bleeding out
"And how many bad witches have you met in your time?" Ronin wants to know, pausing in his reading to nose at the other man's soft curls, to let his fingers ghost along Remi's shoulder and upper arm. There's something sweetly beautiful about this moment of frivolity, of simple enjoyment and relaxation, and honestly, Ronin would stretch it out infinitely if he could, moulding it between his fingers for eternity.
He reads a few more passages, between sips of wine and quiet conversation. And when Remi speaks up again, the Star scoffs and leans in to rest his chin on his shoulder, kissing his neck. "I hate to break it to you, but I don't think anyone is quite like you, Remi." He means it in a good way, of course, shoving way the book so he can properly wrap his arms around the other man.
He reads a few more passages, between sips of wine and quiet conversation. And when Remi speaks up again, the Star scoffs and leans in to rest his chin on his shoulder, kissing his neck. "I hate to break it to you, but I don't think anyone is quite like you, Remi." He means it in a good way, of course, shoving way the book so he can properly wrap his arms around the other man.
THE
DARK STAR
