RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Not until next time. Ronin doesn't say it but that doesn't mean he isn't thinking it as well, and for once the Star sees his husband's potential sulkiness as practicality. Luckily, he's too busy kissing Remi and letting them wind about each other to voice any of this, and by the time they've breath enough to speak, he's forgotten all about it for the most part. "I know you do," he whispers, brushing his nose against the alchemist's. "And I love you all the harder for putting yourself through it for us."
Tugging the other man closer, he merely stands there for a moment, draped in starlight and wrapping himself in Remi's presence, unwilling to move and break the spell. "It isn't too late in the afternoon, and Mateo will be on his playdate for a while yet. Do you want to go for a picnic on the Falling?" Either on a skyboat or on his nimbus, Ronin isn't fussy.
Tugging the other man closer, he merely stands there for a moment, draped in starlight and wrapping himself in Remi's presence, unwilling to move and break the spell. "It isn't too late in the afternoon, and Mateo will be on his playdate for a while yet. Do you want to go for a picnic on the Falling?" Either on a skyboat or on his nimbus, Ronin isn't fussy.
show me your darkness.
