we live in a world someone else imagined
"Deal. We can go for a proper run again one morning, when the dew is still on the leaves and the mist is low to the ground." Ronin smiles to himself, allowing the theft of his shoes and socks to leave them on the ground, his toes brushing against the arch of Remi's foot as if to feel him as much as the grass beneath their feet. Letting out a long sigh and grumbling his contentment at the hands that work at his tense muscles, Ronin stretches himself further over his husband.
"I think they do," he says softly. "Though they probably don't get the same kind of benefit out of it as we do." He can well imagine the sort of burden and tiresome nature of being a deity that would lead them to want to shut the world out for a while.
Still, as Remi peeps up Ronin naturally follows his lead, glancing over his shoulder only to shift and quite comfortably plank over his husband. A sweet smile crosses his face, and he leans in to leave a warm kiss against his lips. "I know it better than I know myself," he murmurs. "But I always love to hear it from you. And I love you too. Very, very much."
"I think they do," he says softly. "Though they probably don't get the same kind of benefit out of it as we do." He can well imagine the sort of burden and tiresome nature of being a deity that would lead them to want to shut the world out for a while.
Still, as Remi peeps up Ronin naturally follows his lead, glancing over his shoulder only to shift and quite comfortably plank over his husband. A sweet smile crosses his face, and he leans in to leave a warm kiss against his lips. "I know it better than I know myself," he murmurs. "But I always love to hear it from you. And I love you too. Very, very much."
the dark star
