the things we hold are always the first to go
"The god of sex, who's all about consent and making sure everyone's having a good time? Do you want a list, or...?" Ronin's already on his feet, though his expression is incredulous all the same as he gazes down at Remi. "I'm sorry? Did you just try to tit-for-tat me with but you've fucked other people as well? How far back do you want to go with this? Should I be apologising for getting Vanya pregnant?"
It's with blue eyes suddenly darker than the night sky that Ronin crouches down before his husband, with tears that spring unbidden to his eyes, as if the realisation hits him just before he's able to say it to Remi. "I think I want more children," he whispers, like it's a secret or a sin. "I want Aoife back. I want Flora and Enzo to be mine, and I'm furious because they're not."
It's with blue eyes suddenly darker than the night sky that Ronin crouches down before his husband, with tears that spring unbidden to his eyes, as if the realisation hits him just before he's able to say it to Remi. "I think I want more children," he whispers, like it's a secret or a sin. "I want Aoife back. I want Flora and Enzo to be mine, and I'm furious because they're not."
