even my darkness shines for you
Bouncing his eyebrows at his husband for good measure, if Ronin's hands weren't happily occupied with wine and with holding onto Remi, he'd have popped the collar on the robe for good measure. (Impossible, of course, because the robe does not have a collar, but Ronin doesn't know that). "Well," he croons, "they do call me the Dragon, you know."
He can't really do many more acrobatics with his eyebrows without them jumping off his face, so he settles for watching Remi's appraisal of the wine. The Lullaby is the only opinion Ronin needs as to whether it will be any good, and as his expression settles into something satisfied, he's just as accepting of the decision.
Unable to respond with the cork between his teeth, Ronin merely offers a charming wink in response to the other man's quip, though he does sigh out a quietly contented breath to feel feathers glide over his skin. Setting the cork down, he smiles at the counter, where it's safest. "That feels far too good," he murmurs. "If you are going to do that while we drink wine, we might be heading into dangerous territory."
It's probably the first time he has properly given voice to the delicious tension between them, but the Star can't help himself as he accepts the bottle and takes a slow and careful sip. "I would like that. We can spend a couple of days on this place, and then head off. By skyboat, of course. I'd like my first time flying with you to be... just us, you know?"
He can't really do many more acrobatics with his eyebrows without them jumping off his face, so he settles for watching Remi's appraisal of the wine. The Lullaby is the only opinion Ronin needs as to whether it will be any good, and as his expression settles into something satisfied, he's just as accepting of the decision.
Unable to respond with the cork between his teeth, Ronin merely offers a charming wink in response to the other man's quip, though he does sigh out a quietly contented breath to feel feathers glide over his skin. Setting the cork down, he smiles at the counter, where it's safest. "That feels far too good," he murmurs. "If you are going to do that while we drink wine, we might be heading into dangerous territory."
It's probably the first time he has properly given voice to the delicious tension between them, but the Star can't help himself as he accepts the bottle and takes a slow and careful sip. "I would like that. We can spend a couple of days on this place, and then head off. By skyboat, of course. I'd like my first time flying with you to be... just us, you know?"
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