this is me trying

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving It's intoxicating, the feeling of Remi's cheek pressed against his hand, and gods but Ronin just wants to lean in and kiss his husband. To kiss it all better, he realises, and fuck if it's not a siren song and a half as they sit together here in the dark. He resists, though, just about, his fingers finding one of Remi's curls to absently tuck it behind his ear, before he lets out a heavy sigh. "I don't know," he mutters. "Something about making our stance on Ascended clear, turning the Accepted against the Ascended in Torchline...?" Ronin shakes his head. "Honestly, I think I'm going to send him a response in private." Whether the Star was considering such a thing prior to Remi's return is something they'll never know. Whether Ronin is talking about a letter or a personal visit, too, is a little fuzzy. Tearing his thoughts away from such a thing enough to gaze back at Remi, Ronin forces himself to soften. "Where did he get you?"