even my darkness shines for you
"How would you like me to look at you?" Ronin wants to know, waiting for Remi to amble inside with his boxes to give him space enough to head back out to the wagon. Still dazzling the streets with starlight, it doesn't matter the expression on his face - he's very clearly having a wonderful morning, and it shows to anyone who so much as glances in his direction.
He grabs another box - this one far too large for him to reasonably try and manage alone - and nearly trips over the doorstep and launches it into the shop as a result. Still, the mammoth task of juggling it without breaking or dropping anything inside goes a long way towards clearing his mind. (At least for the time being).
Scoffing at his husband's remark, he sets the box down and glances over to the welcome basket, where his robe has been set down. "I could burn off my clothes and then put it on. Maybe there's only one because the other one of us is meant to be naked," he suggests, and the flush to his cheeks tells that he knows which one of them he'd choose. "In all seriousness though, I think it might be Cian's attempt at humour. He mentioned blood oaths and orgies." Of course, Ronin hasn't yet found the note in the pocket of the robe, so there's still that little gem to come.
"Oh, fuck," he mutters suddenly, having gone back out to get another box. "I'm going to pretend you didn't tell me that. I'd forgotten the whole destroying the shrine business entirely. I'm meant to meet with Sunjata soon about this whole skyboat thing." He winces. Gideon, though? "He didn't seem that strange when I met him." He doesn't doubt Remi though, of course, and the Star's brows furrow in concern. "You think it's something worth keeping an eye on?"
He grabs another box - this one far too large for him to reasonably try and manage alone - and nearly trips over the doorstep and launches it into the shop as a result. Still, the mammoth task of juggling it without breaking or dropping anything inside goes a long way towards clearing his mind. (At least for the time being).
Scoffing at his husband's remark, he sets the box down and glances over to the welcome basket, where his robe has been set down. "I could burn off my clothes and then put it on. Maybe there's only one because the other one of us is meant to be naked," he suggests, and the flush to his cheeks tells that he knows which one of them he'd choose. "In all seriousness though, I think it might be Cian's attempt at humour. He mentioned blood oaths and orgies." Of course, Ronin hasn't yet found the note in the pocket of the robe, so there's still that little gem to come.
"Oh, fuck," he mutters suddenly, having gone back out to get another box. "I'm going to pretend you didn't tell me that. I'd forgotten the whole destroying the shrine business entirely. I'm meant to meet with Sunjata soon about this whole skyboat thing." He winces. Gideon, though? "He didn't seem that strange when I met him." He doesn't doubt Remi though, of course, and the Star's brows furrow in concern. "You think it's something worth keeping an eye on?"
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