even my darkness shines for you
The two men are in complete agreement, and so Ronin abandons thoughts of dewy wet skin, of goosebumps and the press of flesh against flesh to try and produce warmth. It isn't easy to do, but by gods does he do it. Granted, it's a slightly easier task to accomplish with Remi's remarks about arm-wings (and Ronin still doesn't know what his husband is getting at with the shade thrown towards his shift), the Star very haughtily sweeping the feathered arm across his chest, where it drapes like a fetching crimson cape. (That's also smouldering).
"Any other fun you want to make?" he asks, before suddenly they're headed away from all of the obvious places that Ronin would expect to find things for Remi's new shop, and to what's best described as a pile of actual junk. Ta da, his husband says, and Ronin raises his eyebrows. "That's funny," he says eventually. "...And where is the real stuff?"
"Any other fun you want to make?" he asks, before suddenly they're headed away from all of the obvious places that Ronin would expect to find things for Remi's new shop, and to what's best described as a pile of actual junk. Ta da, his husband says, and Ronin raises his eyebrows. "That's funny," he says eventually. "...And where is the real stuff?"
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