RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Remi has the nerve to look puzzled and Ronin puts on his best offended expression, though in all honesty they have both been far too hurt lately that even pretending at it threatens to darken his mood back into what ifs and I wonders. So he lets his expression clear to something more neutral, and tilts his head at the Lullaby. "Would you want to fight me?" he asks, since they're trying out this whole talking about stuff thing. "In jest or seriously. Is it something you've considered...?"
They pause to consider each other naked and sweaty, and to collect their breakfast, and Ronin can do little more than let his jaw drop as his husband steals his food. "I see," he says curtly as they meander away from the stall, "so you do want to fight me." Grumbling and stabbing all of the remaining sausage onto his fork and shovelling it into his mouth, Ronin makes sure that no further theft can take place.
And his plump cheeks are accompanied by a shit eating grin as Remi sips his coffee too soon, Ronin only hoping that the other man doesn't drop his tray in his surprise. He chews thoughtfully as they take to the cobbles, shaded by dapples of sunlight and the awnings of various businesses preparing to open for the day. Not all of the establishments are occupied, of course, and Ronin nods across the way at a vacant building nestled between what looks like a butcher's and a florist. "House," he says, helpfully.
They pause to consider each other naked and sweaty, and to collect their breakfast, and Ronin can do little more than let his jaw drop as his husband steals his food. "I see," he says curtly as they meander away from the stall, "so you do want to fight me." Grumbling and stabbing all of the remaining sausage onto his fork and shovelling it into his mouth, Ronin makes sure that no further theft can take place.
And his plump cheeks are accompanied by a shit eating grin as Remi sips his coffee too soon, Ronin only hoping that the other man doesn't drop his tray in his surprise. He chews thoughtfully as they take to the cobbles, shaded by dapples of sunlight and the awnings of various businesses preparing to open for the day. Not all of the establishments are occupied, of course, and Ronin nods across the way at a vacant building nestled between what looks like a butcher's and a florist. "House," he says, helpfully.
show me your darkness.
