RONIN
"At this point? Yes. Even lime green with faded orange, flecked with purple sparkles." Ronin beams at his husband, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm sure I could make it work somehow." And if that's really what Remi settles on, he'll soon be putting his money where his mouth is. He has to stop himself from swatting at the brief peck at his buttons, because he's got a feeling that the Lullaby will punish him for it (and he'd deserve it, too).
At the request to shut his eyes, Ronin of course complies regardless of what might happen next. The weight shifts in his lap and he expects a finger in his ear or up his nose, so when warm lips come to press against his own, he has to resist the urge to reach out and wrap his arms around him, knowing there will only be feathers. "That's weird," he says sweetly. "And I love it. Come on, hop up here and I can make us lunch in our new kitchen, if we're lucky."
At the request to shut his eyes, Ronin of course complies regardless of what might happen next. The weight shifts in his lap and he expects a finger in his ear or up his nose, so when warm lips come to press against his own, he has to resist the urge to reach out and wrap his arms around him, knowing there will only be feathers. "That's weird," he says sweetly. "And I love it. Come on, hop up here and I can make us lunch in our new kitchen, if we're lucky."
a star in someone else's sky
