we live in a world someone else imagined
"Yeah?" Ronin manages with a grin too dark to be boyish, but it's nonetheless playful in its crookedness. He's dragged up and into a kiss that he dives into feet first, one hand braced against the ground, the other slipping around the back of Remi's neck to plunge into his curls. Humming a note of anticipation into the mumbled travelling tongue that slips from the Lullaby's lips, Ronin draws back enough to regard him through hooded blue eyes.
"Sure," he says breathlessly. "I don't know what you just said, but sure. Whatever you want." It's with laughter and tangled limbs that they crash back into one another, the Huntsman's hands and mouth greedy for his counterpart, keen to have him serenade the forest before the night is through.
~FIN
"Sure," he says breathlessly. "I don't know what you just said, but sure. Whatever you want." It's with laughter and tangled limbs that they crash back into one another, the Huntsman's hands and mouth greedy for his counterpart, keen to have him serenade the forest before the night is through.
~FIN
the dark star
