even my darkness shines for you
"No you don't." Ronin says it partially to be cheeky, his smile utterly adoring as they meander the short way up to their new lodgings. But he also says it as if to test the waters and make sure it isn't true - he still remembers the raw and hollow feeling of not having his husband in his life, and even in jest, the idea of Remi hating him in earnest makes his blood run cold. The wagon rumbles to a stop outside the shop-without-a-name, looking exactly how they left it, and Ronin drops the harness to draw out the keys from his pocket.
Snorting to hear the Archangel's name leave Remi's lips, Ronin raises his eyebrows at his husband, not in disagreement, but as if to question his audacity in calling out their friend like this. "No," he says easily, the truth buzzing on his lips along with his smile. "No, I haven't. There hasn't been anyone, since what happened between us." Unlocking the premises, he moves to prop open the door with whatever's to hand (a bottle of wine) before returning to start unloading boxes.
Mateo is probably the most perfect thing Remi could have said, and Ronin's bright smile says as much. "Yes, that's true. He does enjoy starfishing in bed lately too," he says; the love for their son is like no other, and already he feels the heat in his belly cool to something more loving, more meaningful somehow.
Snorting to hear the Archangel's name leave Remi's lips, Ronin raises his eyebrows at his husband, not in disagreement, but as if to question his audacity in calling out their friend like this. "No," he says easily, the truth buzzing on his lips along with his smile. "No, I haven't. There hasn't been anyone, since what happened between us." Unlocking the premises, he moves to prop open the door with whatever's to hand (a bottle of wine) before returning to start unloading boxes.
Mateo is probably the most perfect thing Remi could have said, and Ronin's bright smile says as much. "Yes, that's true. He does enjoy starfishing in bed lately too," he says; the love for their son is like no other, and already he feels the heat in his belly cool to something more loving, more meaningful somehow.
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