even my darkness shines for you
"Remiiiiii." The appearance and feel of a tentacle draws the complaint from Ronin's lips, though he ruins it by the way he's grinning. Especially as his husband fits himself so wonderfully against his side, the Huntsman can't keep the smile from his face. So he sips at his coffee instead, his fingers drawing absent patterns across Remi's bicep and shoulder, and a laugh rumbles up in his chest to hear the other man's suggestion. "We keep trying that, but I think we can't help helping," he murmurs, only to find Remi looking up at him.
"What is... oh?" Ronin does stay put, because yes, he absolutely does fear the sort of punishment that will probably come along with moving, though he can't help but furrow his brow in a little bit of distress as the alchemist starts rummaging around. If he'd said what he was looking for, Ronin might have been able to help (but that, of course, would ruin what's about to become one of the sweetest gestures he's ever experienced).
Granted, he doesn't expect Remi to dip the brush into the coffee. "What are you..." He drifts off, able to recognise the brushstrokes of a portrait intuitively by now, finding himself flushing and glancing away. "Fingers crossed," he mumbles about Seren. "Why are you painting me?"
"What is... oh?" Ronin does stay put, because yes, he absolutely does fear the sort of punishment that will probably come along with moving, though he can't help but furrow his brow in a little bit of distress as the alchemist starts rummaging around. If he'd said what he was looking for, Ronin might have been able to help (but that, of course, would ruin what's about to become one of the sweetest gestures he's ever experienced).
Granted, he doesn't expect Remi to dip the brush into the coffee. "What are you..." He drifts off, able to recognise the brushstrokes of a portrait intuitively by now, finding himself flushing and glancing away. "Fingers crossed," he mumbles about Seren. "Why are you painting me?"
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