even my darkness shines for you
When, Ronin wonders, will it get to the point where they're convinced that they just want each other because they want each other, and not to patch over some hidden wound? If you asked the Star (and more specifically, if you asked his dick) he'd say they were well past that point already. And yet, as Remi's fingers slip out of his, feathered and silky, Ronin does his best not to seek them out again.
He also tries not to follow the alchemist across the room, to grasp the hand sweeping dust from the sill to press it against the window that he might ghost kisses along Remi's shoulder and neck without interruption. Instead, swallowing hard around much more than wine, Ronin straightens up, shrugs out of the dragon robe, and gets to work.
"I would never," he hisses to his husband, pretending to sound offended as he moves to prop open the front door. It helps, marginally, to hear the bustle of the Plaza outside, the tinkle of wind chimes and the bubbling rise and fall of voices. Ronin finds a broom at the back of the shop, and works to sweep away all of the dust that's accumulated on the floor.
In the meantime, a second Ronin is sorting out the counter, dusting and polishing it off so he can set the basket down again and prepare breakfast for when they want to take a break. "Can you see yourself doing this on sunny mornings, waving me off to work?" He grins.
He also tries not to follow the alchemist across the room, to grasp the hand sweeping dust from the sill to press it against the window that he might ghost kisses along Remi's shoulder and neck without interruption. Instead, swallowing hard around much more than wine, Ronin straightens up, shrugs out of the dragon robe, and gets to work.
"I would never," he hisses to his husband, pretending to sound offended as he moves to prop open the front door. It helps, marginally, to hear the bustle of the Plaza outside, the tinkle of wind chimes and the bubbling rise and fall of voices. Ronin finds a broom at the back of the shop, and works to sweep away all of the dust that's accumulated on the floor.
In the meantime, a second Ronin is sorting out the counter, dusting and polishing it off so he can set the basket down again and prepare breakfast for when they want to take a break. "Can you see yourself doing this on sunny mornings, waving me off to work?" He grins.
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