RONIN
THE DARK STAR
"Not asking is not the same as not wanting to know, is it?" Ronin smiles, more than happy to be nudged and coaxed into laying down. Beneath them, a few soft cushions suddenly appear for them to rest their heads upon, and Ronin winds his arm comfortably around the alchemist so he might curl himself firmly against his side. His smile turns more than a little playful to see the imaginary pass be torn to shreds, frittering away in the firelight.
And as the snowfall changes the light and the way the flames crackle, Ronin turns a little to more thoroughly entangle himself with his husband, sighing contently into messy curls. "Ohh? Are you going to use that bone I brought back?" he wants to know. "I think that would be a great idea. Where would we moor the boat in Halo, though?" he wonders.
And then, because he can't help but connect the icy place with the other child, he furrows his brow. "I imagine you will want Mateo to meet them?"
And as the snowfall changes the light and the way the flames crackle, Ronin turns a little to more thoroughly entangle himself with his husband, sighing contently into messy curls. "Ohh? Are you going to use that bone I brought back?" he wants to know. "I think that would be a great idea. Where would we moor the boat in Halo, though?" he wonders.
And then, because he can't help but connect the icy place with the other child, he furrows his brow. "I imagine you will want Mateo to meet them?"
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
